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azucanela · 5 years ago

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Okay so i'm feeling pretty bad atm because my best friend replaced me and i need some fluffy rn. How about hcs for the reader being coldly abandoned by their previous best friend. Believing she is alone, she falls to her knees and cries outside in the middle of the rain. A moment later, she glances over to see Bakugou, Kirishima and Shinsou behind them trying their best to cover her from the rain with their jacket. Thank you♡

COMFORTING YOU AFTER A FRIENDSHIP ENDS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugo katuski, kirishima ejirou, shinsou hitoshi]

SUMMARY: In which you are abandoned by your closest friend and are found by the boys.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: mentions of murder, mean friends, me being violent, y/n has those main character moments in the rain its nice,

A/N: bb im so sorry that they did that,,, please know that im here if you need anything and i will fight this person :D with your permission of course.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

your so called friend ended up ditching you

im going to throw hands literally

you end up leaving the café you have been waiting for her in, near tears, and as if it can’t get any worse, you have no ride home, so naturally, you are now walking whilst trying to keep from crying

you’re about half a mile from UA, the hill is visible in the distance and you are very relieved because you just wanna cry in your bed

then it starts to rain

so yeah it did get worse

out of frustration and the built up sadness, you just kinda start crying, coming to a stop and falling to a seat at the side of the road

you felt so alone, the one person you thought would always be around he replaced you

clearly they didn’t feel the same

meanwhile, katuski is running with his jacket above his head, cursing out the skies

and then he spots someone crying in the rain, he initially thinks nothing of it, until he realizes its you

the girl who he “begrudgingly” helped study on weekends, the one who he was up until 2AM with, even though he slept like a grandpa

now he’s cursing for a different reason, he comes over to you

he is gonna wanna kill someone when he finds out and tbh you should let him but thats just me

in the past, people have abandoned him due to his personality, and though it hurt in the moment, he got over it pretty quickly

and tbh, most of the time he had a little squad of jerks following him around so he didn’t really care abt anyone else.

Staring at the text she’d just recieved, Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. Her so called best friend wasn’t coming, and would never be coming again. Apparently she had better things to do than hangout with some wannabe hero. Blinking away the tears, Y/N stood making her way to the exit of the shop, she stepped outside.

She was beginning to regret ever leaving the UA campus, because at this point she’d much rather be crying in bed rather than in public. Y/N was suddenly grateful that the café was relatively close as she speedily walked down the sidewalk.

The one person she thought would be there for her through everything, through all the pain and joy and anything in between, was gone. Great.

At least it couldn’t get worse than this, she decided as she saw the UA Campus in the distance, relief flooding her as her pace quickened.

Then she saw lightning in the distance, thunder rattling in the sky, Y/N couldn’t help but wince. As water began to poor over her she paused her steps, exhaling deeply as she looked up at the sky.

Then the tears began to fall, a hand coming to her mouth to quiet the sobs escaping her as she fell to the ground, seating herself at the side of the road, Y/N felt her body shake as she tried to force herself to even out her breathing.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was cursing out the skies, he’ been on his way back from visiting his parents when it began to pour. Immediately bringing his jacket over his body to try and shield himself from the brunt of the rain as he ran through the now empty streets. Save for one shaking person on the side of the road, causing him to raise a brow at, it was pouring rain and they were just sitting there?

He slowed temporarily to try and get a better understanding of what was going on, only to realize he recognized the person. Y/N. His classmate, the one he begrudgingly tutored on the weekend, the one he cursed out when she forgot to eat, the one who kept him up until 2AM even though his bedtime was normally 9PM.

Katsuki grimaced, coming up behind her with his jacket overhead to try and shield her from the rain as he spoke, “what the hell are you doing out right now? You’re gonna get sick.”

Y/N jumped at the sudden voice behind her, though she knew it was Katsuki, she turned to see he was holding his jacket over the two of them, the red of her eyes a dead giveaway that she’d been crying. She couldn’t bring herself to speak as she looked up at him in shock. What was he doing here?

Katsuki’s face fell as his eyes scanned her for injuries, “who did this to you?” He wasn’t the best when it came to comfort, and he feared that would show as he began to interrogate her.

Blinking Y/N realized what she must’ve looked like, trying to shake off the feelings she was experiencing she spoke, “we should go.” Wiping the water from her face, she moved to stand, and Katuski moved with her, his eyes still on her face.

“Hold this side of the jacket.” He ordered, and she did as she was told, bringing one hand up to the left side of the jacket, which was now soaked in water and doing little to help. This action provided Katsuki with a freehand to put on the small of her back and push her forward rather aggressively. He lead them to a small grocery store on the street, pushing the door open.

They were dripping wet, and looking up at Katsuki, who had returned to interrogating her, Y/N couldn’t help it when more tears leaked out of her eyes and she lunged forwards to tackle him in a hug.

He quickly shut up, body stiffening momentarily before he allowed his hands to wrap around her waist and return the hug. “Thank you,” she mumbled, burying her head in his chest.

Brows furrowed, Katsuki scoffed, “yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He turned to the view the rest of the store, “pick out some food, I’ll cook you something when we get back.”

Looking up at him, her mouth gaped open, “are you serious?”

“Did I stutter, you idiot?”

kirishima ejirou

okay so

kirishima definitely is gonna hound you with questions when he finds you crying

like he cannot allow his bb to cry

not that you know you are his bb but like

it would be unmanly of him to just leave you in such a state so he does his best to comfort you.

has likely never experienced something like this so he can’t really empathize with you but he’ll try

basically tries to make you smile and laugh the entire time you are upset

contemplates talking to the girls for help, but he doesn’t know if you want others involved

instead texts them how girls like to be treated when sad but in a very vague way and tries to pass it off as some obscure tik tok trend

they go along with it, thankfully, mina has a major obsesssion though so shes upset she didn’t know about this trend

thats how kirishima accidentally started a tik tok trend

will respectfully commit a murder

respectfully

i’ll help

least likely to acc go through with murder tho

he’s going to try his best

also goes the food route, based off his studies via the “tik tok trend” and he will gladly hold you

Exiting the convenience store with a plastic bag of candy in hand, Kirishima sighed. He’d been out longer than anticipated, and it was already getting dark. The grey clouds above signaling the possibility of rain, Kirishima grimaced, he needed to get back to UA quickly.

He’d intended to have a movie night with the rest of the Bakusquad that night, and maybe even invite Y/N. He’d been trying to work up the courage to finally ask her out, but it hadn’t been going well. He didn’t feel very manly each time he chickened out, and Kaminari’s teasing didn’t help at all, escaping him was the main reason Kirishima agreed to pick up the candy that day.

Sighing, Kirishima continued to walk, though the rain came faster, pouring down onto him as he groaned in annoyance, hoping that it wouldn’t damage his snacks as he pulled his jacket off to provide himself with some cover. Though it wasn’t very helpful, it was better than nothing.

He begins to speed up, jogging slightly when he notices someone on the curb, seated. Kirishima frowns, moving behind them and bringing his jacket over them, “hey, what are you doing?” Considering how much it was raining now, and the sound of the thunder overhead, he figured the storm that was coming would only get worse. Being outside was the worst idea. And as a hero in training, he simply couldn’t allow this action.

The mysterious person turns around, and Kirishima suddenly realizes its his classmate, his frown only deepening when he sees her swollen eyes. “Kirishima? She says, confusion clear in her tone as she looks up at him, eyes wide. They knew each other fairly well, though he could be shy at times, he was fun, and nice. And of course, rather respectful during all their interactions, she liked him.

Kirishima pauses before finding himself sitting beside her in the pouring rain and allowing the water to hit him as he lowered his jacket, pulling a candy bar from his bag. “What’s wrong?” He asked, extending the candy to her. Though it would likely react poorly should she open it and the candy came in contact with the rain, it was the thought that counted.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as she smiled sadly at him, taking the candy bar from him, “thank you.” She whispered, “it doesn’t really matter anymore, though.” She looks up at the sky, water cascading down her face as she inahles deeply.

Suddenly, Kirishima’s hand is in hers, “it’s bothering you, so obviously it matters.” He tugs her hand to get her to stand up alongside him, “and it wouldn’t be very manly of me to leave a pretty lady out in the rain.”

A laugh escaped Y/N at this, “and I could never force a handsome man like yourself to stay out in rain.” Comes her reply, “let’s go.”

She wasn’t alone. Not while she had him.

shinsou hitoshi

WELL

definitely the best at comforting someone especially with something like this

feeds you sweets because food makes everything better, will be affectionate just for this instance because he knows you just want some love during this time

the best to talk to about it tbh, he’s very good at giving advice and listening to your problems

i feel like shinsou has probably experienced something similar in the past and he’s gonna understand what you are feeling

won’t try to make you open up but you’ll want to, he has a comforting presence

very calm about it, gently speaks with you and guides your actions, makes sure you take care of yourself if you are in a really bad place

once you’ve stopped crying he’ll ask you what happened and should you tell him he’ll honestly be VERY mad

like why would someone do that to an ANGEL like YOU???

is genuinely confused and potentially in a murderous mood

and he has the quirk to get away with it

wants to go off on this person though, desperately, and should he ever run into them they are going to get a piece of his mind

a really really mean piece of his mind

Shinsou frowned as he felt a droplet of water fall onto his head, realizing that rain would likely come soon, he picked up the pace of his walk. He’d been out at the bookstore, and was suddenly grateful that he hadn’t bought anything as he watched everyone in the shopping center begin to retreat to their cars and into shops.

He watched a lightning flashed in the distance, brows furrowing at the realization that a storm was coming when thunder accompanied the sight and pouring rain soon followed. UA wasn’t far, but he didn’t really want to have to run in the rain up the hill the school had been built upon.

Turning a corner, his eyes scanned the area in search of a shop he could wait out the storm in when they fell on the figure of someone seated in the rain, no umbrella or hood to protect them from the downfall, and their body shaking.

Then he recognized the hoodie. It was his actually, and he knew exactly who he’d lent it to.

Y/N L/N. The pretty girl in the hero course who’d threatened anyone who spoke poorly of him, defending his honor even though he never asked. She was always kind to him, even when they weren’t the closest of friends. Though that had changed, the pair now talking almost daily about a variety of things, something Shinsou was grateful for.

Questions flood his mind as he removes his jacket and brings it above him, going over to her, and when he’s close enough he can hear her small sobs, barely muffled by the palm of her hand. Shinsou can’t help but feel concerned as he brings his jacket above her to shield her from the rain, “hey, let’s go.” He mumbles gently.

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy, and if it weren’t pouring Shinsou would’ve hugged her right there. “What are you doing?” When she’d simply collapsed in the rain, her emotions overwhelming her, she hadn’t assumed Shinsou would randomly appear.

“Getting you out of the rain.” Came his response, “come on, we can wait out the storm in the café.” Shinsou would’ve extended a hand had he not be preoccupied by holding up his jacket, which was now soaking through.

Sniffing, she nodded, “yeah, you’re right.” She stands, and he follows her movements, jacket never leaving her figure as the pair makes their way to the door of the café. Y/N pushes the door open, and they both enter, allowing him to finally put the jacket above his head down, though it started soaking onto the floor.

He threw it outside, much to Y/N’s shock, “I don’t wanna dirty the floor.” Shinsou explained nonchalantly, his purple hair sticking to his forehead. “Have you eaten?”

“Sorry about your hoodie.” She mumbled, at they moved out of the way of the entrance.

Raising a brow, he extended a hand, “that didn’t answer my question.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she looked to his hand, tilting her head in confusion as she placed her hand into his, Shinsou gave her a small smile before leading her to the line of the café as she replied, “no. I didn’t.”

His brows draw together as she looks at her, she seems resigned, quieter than normal. “How about a muffin then? Or maybe a cupcake?” He peers into the display window, squinting at the variety of foods. “I say cupcakes,” In his experience, sugary foods always made things better, to an extent at least.

Giving him a tight lipped smile, she nodded, “sure.” He was trying. It was better than nothing if she was honest. Considering the fact that her best friend had abandoned her today, it was a nice reminder, that she wasn’t alone. She had other people, regardless of what had happened.

Shinsou’s eyes met hers as he sighed, bringing his free hand to the back of his neck, “you wanna talk about it?” He knew they’d have to address it at some point, there was no denying that she had clearly been crying, something had upset her.

Shaking her head, Y/N pulled him closer using their joined hands and brought him into a hug, “not right now.” It was an oddly intimate moment, despite the fact that they were in public.

Regardless, he pulls her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he responds, “alright.

A/N: if anyone ever needs to talk or anything pls know im here! my dms are always open to anyone for anything :D

anyways, remember to sleep well, eat food, and drink water!

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werenotacoupleyesyouare · 4 years ago

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So I was meaning to post updates for my Farseer Trilogy liveblogging because y’all seemed to really like the last one but one thing lead to another and I finished the book before I could even pick up my phone. SO- here are my thoughts at the end of book 1! (Contains spoilers)

- I’ll try to go chronologically so bear w me

- Look I love chade okay? He’s funny and mysterious but how on EARTH does the whole court think it a good idea to have a child deal with their political issues eye-

- like “oh, boggers! We have found a breach in our enemy’s defence after a war of interests that has lasted decades! Now we only need to gruesomely murder this well known politician, but whoever could be up to the task? Ah yes, this eleven year old warrior cats enthusiast will do”

- Yes I will refer to the Wit only as being a warrior cats stannie bc y’all know that if he was in the real world Fitz would have absolutely lost his mind over that saga. No I will not be accepting criticism.

- I LOVED CHADE’S RICHSONA lady time was funky

- every chapter I read I grow more worried about Fitz’s self preservation skills. He wakes up for the second time during the night, he is told to immediately go check on the royal he is serving because she’s sick, only to find out she’s just Chade in a ballgown, who tells him “there’s no time to explain, now follow me to check out this very dangerous hostage situation 2 days of travel from here” and he’s just like “ok sure” BABY!! NO??

- Forging is gonna throwin a nice angst trope eventually, I’m here for it

- my wlw heart is torn between Molly and Lady Patience... good thing I have two hands!

- Fitz please,,,,, Chade asks him “wait, does the Fool talk to you??” And Fitz is like “oh yeah :) I like when he hangs with me! He barges in, insults me and then tells me my clothes are ugly :)” BABY THAT’S CALLED BULLYING

- okay I know y’all have been waiting for this one so here it comes: FOOL RANT! I don’t know who this funky mean child is but I would do ANYTHING to keep him safe and happy. (And this time I’m not worried he’s gonna die bc there are like another 3 trilogies w his name on the title, so at least I don’t have to worry for a while) he speaks in riddles!!! I love that!! Also he tries to keep Fitz safe so we like him (more to come abt the fool, I ain’t done yet)

- MOLLY AND FITZ ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY SOMEHOW THEY BOTH MANAGED TO BE THE USELESS LESBIAN STEREOTYPE WHEN IT COMES TO FLIRTING I WAS LOOSING MY MIND LAUGHING

- like “Molly!! You deserve to be with someone who wouldn’t treat you like a piece of jewelry! You’re smart, brave and talented, not to mention beautiful, you need someone who could understand you!!” “Oh really?? Like who?” “Oh idk lol” KIDS I-

- also idk who this Jade is but I have a feeling he’s like a relative of Molly and Fitz is just being dramatic

- as you may know I’m listening to the audiobook, and I misheard Pocked Man as Pot Man, which lead to this very funny exchange:

Fitz: are you really... the Pot Man? 🥺

Chade 420-blaze-it Fallstar: not the one you’re thinking of

- I love how almost all of the characters are stoners, I feel like it’s something all fantasy sagas should consider implementing lol

- GUYS! are Lady Patience and Lacey,,, you know,,, 👀

- Lacey 🤝 Burrich: in love with one part of the royal couple while being their man/woman

- OKAY NOW BURRICH. I LOVE THIS MAN GUYS. HE IS A DECENT DAD AND HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT FITZ IT MAKES MY HEART SWELL. But MAN what bitch with the Wit hurt him like damn

- aside point, Burrich has the Wit right? He was made to feel ashamed about it but he’s another warrior cats enthusiast

- also probs not intended but the Wit especially now feels like a metaphor and my queer ass was PROJECTING I was HURT when Burrich didn’t accept Fitz bc of it

- GALEN FARSEER? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING GALEN FARSEER GODDAMN FOOL SKILL TEACHING CHILD ABUSING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT BASTARD SON OF SHREWD. BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING GALEN FARSEER-

- okay no really this man is an absolute asshole how can he abuse those kids like that? Fitz almost killed himself damn like imagine being 60-smth and feeling threatened by a fucking 11 year old like get a life bastard boy

- also about that part I loved the Fitz Protection Squad™️

Fitz, at his worst, contemplating s*icide, convinced he isn’t worth shit:

Smithy, The Fool and Burrich: okay! It’s time for murder.

And they did! Well almost but verity finished the job anyway

- how sweet is the fool actually tho?? On the outside he is a bit mean, but then his room is covered in flowers, handmade dolls and swirls of colors. He avoids everyone, lives in the most remote part of the castle but as soon as he makes one friend he absolutely melts and tries his best to protect him. He acts so smug and uncaring but then gets scared when his friend avoids him, and starts going on about how he Doesn’t Actually Care About Him, The Court Just Needs Him, like sure baby. All I’m saying is please protect this kid he deserves the world.

- Verity is my only king, his wife is a kickass cool lady and I can already tell they’re gonna Fuck Shit Up together and I love it.

- yes that whole arc??? Incredible. I kept yelling at Fitz because GODDAMNIT but he did his best, he is only 14 after all (HOW DO THEY THINK IT’S A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE HIM SUCH RESPONSIBILITIES AAAAA)

- lol tho I loved how the Fool was like “yeah so Fitz maybe don’t eat everything they give you ‘cause I’m pretty sure they want to poison you” and then Kettricken is like “hey do you want to try these weird leaves I got from my sketchy garden?” and Fitz is like “oh boy would I”

- earring! Chivalry’s earring! We like that

- Yay so Nosy was alive! Cool again I don’t usually get emotional over dogs jfhdhufjdj I’m sorry I’m a disgrace (I’m confident this will change but for now eh)

- something that will positively destroy me is when Burrich will die eventually (and I know it happens cuz my dad SPOILED it for me) I don’t think I’ll be able to stand that

-okay so yes in general this book has completely made me fall in love and I’m definetly in for the whole saga lol. I was thinking of reading the three Fitz trilogies first and then go back and read the dragons and the other one

- I’ll probably make 2+ posts like this every book, so you can find them on the “#greta reads” in my acc :) anyways tagging a few people who enjoyed the last one @wellamarke @violetiris-ak @wolfofmars thank youuu

#Farseer trilogy #assassin’s apprentice #greta reads #fitzchivalry farseer #Fitz farseer #realm of the elderlings #the farseer trilogy #royal assassin #RotE #Robin Hobb

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malifikook · 6 years ago

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College Fiasca

what happens when a simple dare turns into something more?

a/n: hi everyone! this happens to be my first proper fic; i was previously @starryblue08 but i got locked outta my acc :( anyways i hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated :D

“Oi! You lot! Get moving!”

A chorus of frustrated groans and grumbles came before the lingering crowd set into motion, around the track that circled around the field, littered with runners and students jogging.

“Can you believe coach?” Your friend slowed down to your pace, her breath barely picking up as she rolled her eyes. “Rumour has it that him and mistress number five have broken up. Tragic, right?”

“Don’t make fun.” You chided but a laugh seemingly escaped you, looking ahead as you ran, inhaling in the crisp cold air and smiling. You loved this kind of weather. It was exactly what you needed after the stressful week of exams.

Coming to a stop when the burning in your lungs was too much, you gasped in lungfuls of air as you bent over, hands on knees and blinking.

“You good there, Y/N?”

A couple of your friends gathered around you and you blinked back black circles. Maybe it was the too tiny breakfast you had.

Pushing up, you gave them a broad smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

The laps had finished and coach had sent you all off to wash up. Crowded up near a bench, you sat with your head tilted back as you gulped down the fresh water. Popping it off, you gasped as you felt the clear aqua drip down your chin.

“Y/N! Look!” a hiss came in your ear and you turned your eyes to the direction of the pointing finger.

At the end of the finger was the perfectly chiseled body of Jeon Jeongguk’s, standing in all his post-run sweaty state, tilting his head back as he ran his hands through his hair, chest heaving as he inhaled in and exhaled slowly.

You ripped your eyes away and turned to look up at your friend innocently, ignoring the dangerous blush on your cheeks and cocked up an eyebrow. “What about him?”

“Apparently he’s broken up with Lia.” She carried on, plopping down on the free area nearby you. “Do you think I should shoot my shot?”

The words he’s a human, not a game was on the end of your tongue, but you were wise enough to keep hush, so you snapped up your bottle and stood. “Sure. I’ll go change.”

While you slipped the sticky clothes off of your body, you thought back to Jeon. He certainly wasn’t your type-right? He was a player, a wet dream of every high school girl, no doubt. But you tried to weigh out the pros and cons. He most likely could not even know the difference between a stop sign and a go ahead sign. You had seen his car- a cherry red convertible. How he had that sort of money in college was beyond your reason.

You entertained the idea that he was a drug dealer the whole walk back out to your friends, and you found yourself smiling.

When you sat back down on the ground, you were easily absorbed in the game your friends had started, and you laughed. Were they really playing-

“Truth or Dare?”

You thought for a long moment before, “Truth.”

“Agh, spoilt sport.” Jean pouted but thought before asking, “You still a virgin?”

You pinked, jerking up in your seat and glancing down, picking at the edges of your bag’s rim. How on earth were you gonna reply to that?

“Oh my god!” She squealed. “My tiny baby! We need to get you out there and find a man! Oh my gosh, let’s see who you could fuck, hmm.”

“Whoa, wait-“ you protested, hands coming to gain her attention yet simultaneously hide yourself from all the other surprised stares from the other people around you. You felt your palms grow sweaty.

“Oh my god yes! I’ve got it!”

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“Nothing.” With coy eyes, she shrugged her narrow shoulders and turned her head, smiling mysteriously. “Who’s turn is it?”

The game continued, and you waited nervously for good reason, knowing that that flint in Jean’s eyes meant trouble.

And alas, the bottle landed again on you and Jean.

She glanced up, eyes shining and smile triumphant. “Ask Jeon Jeongguk to fuck you.”

“W-What?” Your voice picked up in a high pitch and you struggled to bring it down from all the weird gazes thrown around from the other players. You spoke in a hushed whisper, away from the other players, “Jean I don’t think-“

“You will do it, won’t you?”

The other players’ eyes care into your view and you gazed with wide terrified eyes at them all. Panic started to creep up your throat. Self Consciousness and Doubt slithered up your spine. All these eyes meant murmurs behind your back.

You couldn’t have a repeat of last time.

Ripping your eyes away, you stumbled up to your feet.

Jean seemed to pick up your change in mood, eyes blinking up at the slight quiver of your lashes, and rose to say, “Hey look it’s okay-“

“It’s fine.” You said dismissively, slight bitterness creeping into your voice. “I’ll do your stupid dare.”

Being a new transfer student mid-college year was tough. With no one you knew, a whole new course that made you tug at your hair, and the oh too much free time you had made you feel extremely lonely. You had thought coming here would change your life for the better - yet you were still to see any changes.

You had found Jean in between classes on the floor, crying her eyes out. When you had loomed over her to ask if she was alright, through bleary eyes she had waved to the area nearby and had croaked out, “Come join me - I’m in the middle of my weekly crying sessions; it’s very therapeutic.”

It was safe to say you had grown to be close friends quite quickly.

But still, you were only two months new to the school. Whereas Jean had a bunch of friends, your social circle was limited to two people: Jean, and the librarian Hana. She had no idea of your inner thoughts, of how hard you were on yourself, how destructive your mind could be.

But then again, who’s fault was that that she had no idea about it?

Rubbing your hands into your jeans, you gulped as you stared at the crowd of boys nearby the targeted boy known as Jeongguk. The whoops behind you grew and you squeezed your eyes shut before inhaling.

It would be okay. He most probably would not even recognize you.

Taking tentative steps forward, you felt the anxiousness and nervousness creep up inside of you as the faces of the boys cleared and you scanned the number of boys. Six - was it six other boys?

Jeongguk had his back to you, proudly standing with a ball looped around his arm and pressed to his waist as his hip cocked out and he talked to the other boys who stared up at him.

You heard the bare sentence of, “…yeah it was a tough game, nearly lost it! But then Tae here came running in-“

“That’s hyung to you.” Another boy with floppy grey hair grunted, twisting the cap of a bottle open and chugging it down.

“Ah no need to ruin the fun.” Jeongguk’s arms lowered and you stared at the muscles moving in his shoulders underneath the fabric before shaking yourself and shuffling around.

You cleared your throat, heart pounding to your ears and against you fingertips.

It’s now or never.

“Excuse me?”

The same grey haired boy first met your gaze and you held it, nervously chewing on your lip.

He gave a soft smile, the green and black uniform doing his tanned skin justice. “Hi, can I help you?”

The other boys were absorbed in fighting with each other, loud and obnoxious as they created the loudest sounds on the field.

You winced and leaned away from the noise, glancing at the grey haired boy. “I’m looking for Jeongguk?”

The boy’s confused gaze cleared and somewhat flattened as he turned to the mess of the boys and called out, “Jeon, you’ve got company!”

Your heartbeat tripped and on impulse you gazed down at your hands and counted all fingers before looking up and sweeping your eyes to make eye contact with Jeon Jeongguk.

Oh fuck

He seemed prettier up close, with wide brown eyes and a nice jawline and bouncy, brown coloured hair. Though, contradicting his baby face was his well toned body that eagerly tried to distract you but you kept your eyes above shoulder level.

“Can I uh- help you?”

It was so clear he did not know you and you nearly squeezed your eyes shut; yet the burning gazes on your back made you wrench your eyes open.

The dare, we have to ask him about the dare

So breathing in, you rushed out in one breath, “Ineedtotalkwithyoualone.”

He blinked, hands on his hips as he true to decipher the stranger in front of him. “Excuse me?” He glanced at Taehyung in hopes of his friend deciphering the jumbled up words.

“I’ll be over there.” The grey haired boy snorted and pointed to where the rest of the guys sat and strolled over to them, casually sitting on one jock’s lap whose jacket said JIMIN.

Jeongguk’s boring eyes turned to you, undivided attention making you squirm, and cocked his head to the side. “So? What is it?”

It was like a dam inside of you had broke.

“Look okay I know you don’t know me and I barely knew who you were until like a week ago, but see I have a bunch of people over there who-who started to play a round of Truth and Dare a-and god I know what you’re thinking like -Truth is Dare? Really? - even I thought that but I was there and they had already started playing and- and they asked me i..if i was a virgin and I couldn’t lie so i said yes and then they sent me out here to get you to mess around with me b-but look I would never! I’d-“

“Whoa whoa whoa!”

You broke off into a heaving breath when the pretty boy in front of you held his hands up and you ducked your head, pressing a hand to your head as you felt your cheeks heat up.

God you were such a klutz.

“That’s some dare.”

You picked up on the amusement in his voice and raised your head, eyebrows jumping up at the baby pink lips on his face grinning. “You alive, ma’am?”

You barely had time to process the meaning of the sentence before he said, “Well look I’m honoured but-“

“Oh my god no.” You interrupted him in realization. Running a hand through your hair. you gaped up at him. “Then when I go back they’ll ask me if I did it. I can’t go back looking like a fool.”

The anxiety trickled back into your bloodstream, the disappointed murmurs echoing in the back of your head,”Can’t even get a guy to sleep with her? Shame,” the lingering judging stares you’d have to bear. You had to think. Think fast.

You two stood there in silence for a second before you snapped your fingers. “Aha! Okay got it! You pretend to nod as if you’re agreeing to what I’m saying right now and then I’ll make a show of it as if we’ve sealed a deal and I’ll go back and-“

“Or-“

A deliberate step was taken towards you and you found the air around you filled with the scent of mandarins and sweat all at once. Jeongguk stood a step away from you, dressed in those darn black shorts and loose white shirt. He seemed to pull it off though, and you swallowed at the sight of him leaning forward to you.

“Or,” he repeated again, breath tickling your cheek. “We actually follow through with this dare.”

Your eyes widened inches as you stared up silently at the college boy in front of you. “Excuse me?”

But you had heard him, wide and clear. You couldn’t believe it. Was he being serious right now?

“Think about it.” His voice was soft, persuasive in a silky way. “You go back there pretending you got me to agree and everything’s fine until tomorrow comes and they ask you how the fuck is. D’you think you’ll be able to make something up babe?”

You’re breath hitched as his nose made contact with your skin and you felt goosebumps erupt all over your arms. Your hands fisted into your pants.

“But just imagine.” He was practically purring into your ears. “How it would be like, me touching you and fucking you right. You’d go back home wishing all the other guys you’d fuck would be as half as good as me.”

It should be disgusting. The way he whispered it so easily in your ears. But all you felt was the feel of his lips on your skin and hands barely brushing at your hair. The goosebumps that trickled over your skin gave your feelings away: but Jeongguk still smirked, asking,

“So, doll? What’ll it be?”

You felt too dizzy. Intoxicated with Jeongguk’s power. One minute he was standing boyishly with his friends and the next minute he was boring over you like a sex god.

“I don’t even know you.” The rational part of your brain garbled the sentence out.

Jeongguk’s breathy laugh came. “So? How does that matter? All that matters is the fuck no?” His hands danced at your collarbones. “And the feeling of winning that dare - we can’t forget that.”

An inner turmoil was twisting inside of you: it was so easy to see the reason as to why he agreed to easily - the guy just wanted to get laid, clean and simple, yet the idea of you being just another round of sex to him did not set easily with you. But you heard the curious murmurs from behind, cooing in pity that the new girl had been straight to swim with the sharks. The pride inside of you won the match.

“Okay.” You murmured, leaning and taking a step back. “Okay then, Jeon boy.”

He seemed to grin that boyish grin again, the wind fluffing his hair around. “Meet me in my car after school, yeah?”

The walk back to the group was a shaky one, the post excitement and adrenaline of being so close to a boy still flushed inside your veins.

“Omg what happened!” The girls cried out but Jean shoved her way through and asked with anxious yet curious eyes, “So? How’d it go?”

Picking up your gym back and shuffling it onto you shoulder securely, you gave her a curt, “Good,” before walking off the field to the building.

Just maybe you’d be able to change

The problem with having a grand exit was that sometimes you’d up being unprepared. And that’s exactly what you were.

Meet me in my car, was Jeongguk’s words and it would’ve been an easy thing to spot, if only you knew what car he drove. And where he’d parked.

As you wrapped up your bag when the lecture finished, you sighed in frustration while running a hand through your hair. You couldn’t concentrate at all, the teacher’s words muted as you were absorbed in your world, pen tapping against the table as you had stared at the ground in another world.

Was he really serious? This wasn’t some sort of joke, right?

But as you finally jumped down the stairs and entered the hallway, it finally dawned up you as everyone scattered to leave for home that Jeon Jeongguk, the most known guy on the campus was waiting for you.

And you really wished you weren’t in this situation, because as cliche and sweet it sounded, you kept thinking of the reason why he was waiting and it sent shivers down your back.

This wasn’t what you were expecting when applying for college.

Stepping out of the building into the cool air, you made up your mind. You’d step back up from this deal - you weren’t ready, no matter how cute Jeongguk looked. It would all finish in one night and the next day you’d come to school and have to ignore him, and that wasn’t something you wanted. You knew that having a cute, romantic first time was something that was a rarity these days, but you wanted to have your first time with someone you knew - someone who cherished you. Call it childish, maybe even impractical, but if there was one thing that was clear about you, it was that you stuck to your beliefs.

Swinging your head around, you pursed your lips in thought as you surveyed the courtyard before making way to the parking lot.

You’re bound to find him, right? Like how hard would it be?

Not a few minutes had passed after the thought had crossed your mind did you hear a roaring sound, a loud, startling sound that disrupted the silence of the lot, and your eyes were dragged to the source of the noise.

It was a convertible, the door of the sleek black car swung up and sitting inside was -

You breathed out a sigh of relief.

It was not, in fact, Jeongguk but one of his friends; you recognized his grey hair from before. He had one leg out and a hand gripping the door as he smiled a boxy smile at his other friends that were surrounded around him.

Your feet hesitated as you heard the laughter and shuffling of feet from the numerous of boys, their presence so loud and prominent, and you took it in - the number of eyes that wavered to the group, some people staring in awe and others in indifference.

A couple of the boys - one tall one with purple hair and another wearing a tuxedo - parted from the group, waving their hands before moving to their own cars which you noticed with a pinch of salt were also sports cars.

You were starting to feel a it irritated, really with yourself, as to why you couldn’t push yourself to go up to the group and call out Jeongguk, but right at that moment, the brown haired boy threw his head back in a laugh and when he came down with his eyes open and shifting around, he made contact with you.

It would be a lie if you said that hadn’t made a jolt go up your spin.

Glancing away, you feigned indifference as you rocked back and forth on your heels, gripping your phone in front of you tightly. Your heart must’ve been beating a race, tripping and picking up, as you felt a heat creep up your neck and make way to your cheeks.

Movement on the side of your vision showed that Jeongguk was saying his goodbyes to his friends, laughing a bit, before turning and making way to you and dear god if your heart wasn’t pounding.

“Hey.” He gave a smile, something akin to a grin, and picked his hand up and you reacted instantly, sticking your own hand out.

Silence erupted between you two before he let out a chuckle, gripping your hand and raising an eyebrow at you. “Nervous?”

“Nope,” you lied with a hesitant smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through your facade, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

He raised his other hand up to his hair to run through and you squeezed your eyes shut, berating yourself silently as the realization dawned upon you. He hadn’t held his hand out to you but to fix his hair-

Why wouldn’t the earth just swallow you up?

“It’s cool,” Jeongguk laughed, retracting his hand back and scratching at the back of his neck. “Uh- wanna leave?”

You nodded dumbly, not trusting yourself to say anything sensible right now, and that was frustrating you. You were never like this - the nervous, wrecked person who had their tongue twisted. At least not around a lot of boys.

But Jeongguk was different. There was something about him, you noticed as you walked alongside with him, taking his bent head and the way his fine legs looked really good in those jeans -

“Look out.”

You caught yourself just in time, staring wide eyed at the car that you were about to run into, and you grumbled to yourself, half in embarrassment, as you rounded around the car and followed him, “Who even parks their car like that?”

Jeongguk just smiled, and a part of you wished he would say something stupid so you could find something to hate about him, but the way he was softly smiling wasn’t helping at all.

“Ah, here we go.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t help the tiny gasp that left your mouth.

“You coming?” Jeongguk was beeping the car open, and you really wondered if he knew what a jewel he had in his hands right now.

You nodded and trailed your hands along the head of the car, blinking in awe as you opened the door slowly and heaved yourself up, into the gigantic G-Wagon, softly closing the door and taking in the interior with wide eyes.

“Do you like the car?” Jeongguk said with a slight humour in his voice, hand twisting the keys before a low purr sounded the lot, and while the other cars had roared, like lions, this car purred low like a leopard and you couldn’t help but compare that comparison to Jeongguk as you stared at him.

The drive was painfully awkward and you couldn’t keep track with how many times you caught yourself trailing your eyes back to Jeongguk’s profile, promptly snapping your head to face forwards whenever he shifted in his seat.

When he reached forward to turn the music on, you relaxed ever so slightly, sinking back into the seat and humming as you tapped your fingers to the beat.

“So,” he started, making you jump slightly, before carrying on with a smile, “Wanna tell me something about yourself?”

You pursed your lips in a show but thought to yourself, Is this normal? Does he ask all the girls he fucks to chat about their hobbies?

You winced at yourself at the crass thought, but answered, “Well you know my name already - wait you do right?”

The embarrassed look Jeongguk tried to hide explained it all; his cheeks went red and he pressed his lips together with a shrug. “I was too overcome with your beauty to remember what you said-”

“Save it.” You laughed, reaching up to cup your cheek and glance out the window with a smile. “It’s Y/N. Whatta bout you?”

The minute the words left your mouth, you couldn’t help the cry of embarrassment that left your mouth as you covered your face. Jeongguk’s loud infectious laughter filled the car and you felt a bare of a smile against your fingers.

“You’re that nervous?” Jeongguk laughed, the car coming to a stop at a red light and you glanced up to stare ahead with a slight pout. “No I am not.”

Light fingers touched at your chin and turned you to face Jeongguk and your breath tripped and you blinked up wide at him, feeling the way your cheeks were heating up.

He had leaned over the seat, the seat-belt digging warningly into his chest, eyes dark and lidded as he tilted his head to gaze at you, breath smelling oddly of mint.

“I think you should be.” He whispered hotly, lashes flicking against his skin as he dipped down to nudge at your nose. Your breath hitched and your hand flew up to his shoulder, ready to push him away, but his nose jerked away, nosing down to trace a path down past your cheeks to your collarbones, and shakily, you felt him place a light kiss, a bare brush of lips really, to there, and you felt yourself quiver, fist clenching atop his shoulder.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, leaning closer to share the heat that was radiating off of him, his hand dropping from your chin to dance at the edge of your face, tickling at the apple swell of your cheeks teasingly. “What were you saying before about not being nervous?”

You blinked up at the roof of the car, mumbling back out, “I’m not, I’m just slightly new to all of these things.” A poor attempt of a front, and Jeongguk saw right through you.

Jeongguk let out a light chuckle, tipping his chin up to gaze up at you, the proximity between you so close you saw the way the browns in his eyes blended into honey gold and the slight upturned part of his top lip that looked too shiny for a boy.

“There’s a lot I have to teach you then,” he grinned out, and suddenly the car was jerking forward, his foot placed firmly on the ground and sending the car in motion, pulling away from you just as fast and leaving you cold.

When you both arrived, it was to a apartment building and you followed Jeongguk up the stairs and towards the elevators.

A flare of panic of being too close with Jeongguk again rose up in your chest and you blurted out, “Why don’t we take the stairs?”

Jeongguk looked back at you with an unreadable face, before shrugging and walking beside you up the stairs.

You kept chanting in your head You’re so dumb, You’re so dumb god god why-

And by the time you had repeated that thirty two times, you had stopped behind Jeongguk who was busying himself open a door and pushing it open.

The apartment was nice, surprisingly not as posh as you thought, and you felt a slight tug in your heart as you saw an opened pizza box.

“Sorry for the mess.” Jeongguk said unapologetically, tossing his coat to the side and striding to the kitchen. “My apartment is under renovation right now, so I’m borrowing my friend’s flat for a while.”

Scratch the previous thought.

You had no idea as to how to reply to that, so you nodded and let out a “ah” before moving to the hanging frames on the wall and you noticed with a jerk that the grey haired boy in most of the photos, smiling with his family and his friends.

“Want a drink?”

Turning around, you took in Jeongguk standing behind the ledge that divided the kicthen from the living room, holding up a can of soda.

“I’ll take some water,” you smiled, and it dropped slightly at the way Jeongguk rose his eyebrows slightly judgingly.

“Here you go Miss,” Jeongguk passed you a bottle of water before coming to stop infront of you.

You glanced at him before focusing on drinking the water, midway the bottle when he said,

“So you wanna get fucked here or…?”

Choking, you spluttered out some drops of water before bringing your arm up to dab at your mouth before stuttering out, “What?”

“Look love,” Jeongguk rolled up his sleeves slowly, the dark blue color complimenting his smooth skin, his eyes closed as if he was in pain saying it, “This was great and all but I’ve got a lot of work to do so if we can hurry this up - “

The promise you had made to yourself popped up in your brain and you zoomed to your feet, speeding into your explanation, “That’s okay we can do this another time really, it’s not that important-”

“Whoa whoa .” Jeongguk raised both eyebrows, hands drifting to stay on his hips. “You’re bailing out on me here?”

“Well it’s more like I’m bailing on myself,” you mumbled to yourself, ducking your head and poking your sock covered toes at the carpet.

Jeongguk let out a bare scoff, a bit surprised and maybe a bit offended, and proceeded to cross his arms with a sharp gaze. “Well can I ask why?”

You glanced up at him, slightly intimidated, and played at your fingertips, feeling your hands start to sweat up and you glanced around.

“Look, don’t take it personally, it’s nothing against you, I mean you must be a great guy but I’m just-” you broke off, ducking away from his gaze. “I’m kinda scared. And I’m not really looking for a one-night stand, you get me?”

Looking up with hopeful eyes, you took in Jeongguk’s calculating eyes, grazing up and down you, before he took one step forward.

“If you don’t want it to stop, we can go another path,” Jeongguk murmured, reaching his hand out to tip your chin up and tug you closer. Your feet stumbled underneath you put you caught yourself, staring up into his wide brown eyes in alarm. “Who’s to say we have to stop seeing each other?”

Jeongguk trailed his other hand up your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and you felt yourself grow weak, become putty against his hands. Your head was growing fuzzy, a haze clouding your mind as you stared up at Jeongguk, watching the brown hair flop over his forehead and down to his dangerous dark eyes.

“Do you understand love?”

You pulled yourself back slightly, clearing your throat and shaking your head, trying to rid the haze from your head.

“Look,” you tried again weakly, eyes fluttering at the way Jeongguk dipped his head and kissed your shoulder delicately, and though you wore many layers, you felt the searing heat that spread through your body from that one spot.

“I’ll be gentle.” He whispered softly, and the mood in the air shifted, his hands finding way to your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin, nuzzling into your neck, and you felt the heat from his mouth.

“Can I?” he asked, and you heard the slight want in his voice, laced oh so wondrously with heat.

Your tongue felt too heavy, and so you slid your hands up to his hair, sliding through the soft strands and tilting your head back farther, exposing the expanse of your throat.

Yes please

Jeongguk let out a noise, closing the distance and placing a hot open mouthed kiss to your throat, making your head roll back and mouth part, his nails digging into you, one hand sliding to your back to stabilize you, and you gasped out a tiny, “Oh.”

Jeongguk was moving before you knew it, grabbing a hold of your hand before striding to his room, and you followed him, heart in your throat and you had few seconds to view the nice room before you were pressed up to a wall, Jeongguk’s face all you could see as he neared your lips.

“Can I take it?” He whispered, eyes trained on your lips. “Your first kiss?”

Your breath caught slightly when he glanced up, and the need was apparent, so damn apparent, you felt slightly dizzy at the thought.

“Yes,” you found yourself nodding and just like that, he had swooped down to capture your lips in his, pulling you along with him, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you close.

Soft, luscious lips kissed you, pressed you into the wall, hands roaming up and down your body, mapping it out for Jeongguk to remember, long strong fingers rubbing soothing patterns as he tilted his head, teasingly licking at your lips with his tongue before moving.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to remain calm as you felt him tilt his head and kiss you again, the world spinning as he pressed your further into the wall. All your senses were heightened, acute of the way his hands clutched your shirt in his fists and the way he smiled whenever you gasped when your lips parted.

When he pulled back, you blinked up at him, breathless, literally, your vision fuzzy and nerves on edge, heart pounding a million beats a second.

“Was I okay?” he teased, a raise of eyebrow.

You couldn’t find the words to respond, jaw slack, and chose instead to answer by looping your fingers into the hoops of his jeans and tugging him back for another kiss, giggling slightly when he mumbled an ‘okay then’.

This doesn’t feel like a quick fuck and go. That was all you could think of as you kissed, wrapping your arms around him again and going on your tip toes to gain more leverage, tipping your head back when the kiss got too intense and let out a slight groan when Jeongguk sucked at your skin.

“Oh my god I’m sorry,” you rushed to apologize but you stopped when Jeongguk picked one hand to brace next to your head, head remaining ducked as he spoke:

“Can I - god, Y/N, can I fuck you?”

You felt yourself go up another level of dizziness at his words, blinking quickly to ground yourself and you nodded, fisting at Jeongguk’s shoulder, finding yourself whisper, “Please.”

The world spun with colors as Jeongguk spun both of you around, still clutched to each other, and made way to the bed, dropping you and kneeling a top of you.

He made way to unbutton his shirt but he glanced down at you, debating, before he took your hand and said, “C’mere.”

You were tugged up onto your feet by the boy, spun around to face him so he tilted his chin to glance up at you. Hand still clasped in his, he placed your fingers to his top buttons and said, “Go ahead.”

You swallowed, not daring to look up to his eyes, working your fingers to motion as you ever so slowly popped the buttons open, cursing slightly when your grip slipped, and Jeongguk smirked. “Easy there.”

You gave him a light glare which he tilted his head at with a grin, before you finally unbuttoned all the buttons, his shirt hanging open and you wrenched your eyes up and away from his very toned stomach, retracting your hands. “Now?”

“This isn’t a lab experiment babe.” Jeongguk laughed, leaning his hands back. “Just do what you feel is right.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes, reaching somewhere in you to steel yourself, before opening your eyes and reaching back out, but this time to trace at Jeongguk’s neck, dipping your finger into the crevice of his collarbones, and dragging a hesitant line down his sternum, eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction.

His head was tilted to the side, eyes half shut, but murmured, “Go on.”

You pushed the boundary and placed your palm flat against his stomach, feeling his abs contract and your breaths stuttered. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you pulled your hand back to let only your fingertips dance down down down till they reached the seemingly expensive and heavy buckle that held Jeongguk’s lower body in secret.

In a rush of confidence, you dropped your hand further till you traced at the bulge that strained painfully against his jeans, and you heard the sharp intake from above you. Your eyes slowly dragged up to Jeongguk’s, who gazed at you for a bated breath before launching forward and tugging you into a kiss, laying himself back on the bed and pulling you atop him.

You gasped as his hands found way to the bottom of your ass, and your head tilted back to let out a high pitch noise when he craned his neck up to suck harshly, dropping your head meekly to hide yourself.

“C’mon babe,” Jeongguk encouraged, licking a long stripe up your neck and murmured in you ear, “Whatever you’ve dreamed of doing, do it right now.”

You let out a sound you never thought you could make, the whole scenario too much for you, and you gripped at the sheets.

“Jeongguk,” you gasped, trying to catch his attention. “K-Kiss-”

He let out a bare smile before leaning up and capturing your lips, sealing your lips together and slowly tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and you fell into him, knees digging onto the sides of his hips.

Something hot was uncurling inside of you, stirring heat inside of you and making you whine, breaking the kiss to sit up slightly.

Jeongguk glanced up in confusion, and you rushed to explain with frustration, hands coming up to push the hair that fell in front of your forehead back,. “I -I feel hot and it hurts-”

You were rolled around so you were underneath Jeongguk and he growled out, “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” before capturing your lips in another kiss, hands digging in your hips and tugging you up to meet the roll of hips that sent you crying out, head falling back as you gasped out, “Jeongguk oh my god-”

“I’ll take care of you,” Jeongguk hushed, making you nod quickly, before reaching down to play with your shirt. “Can I?”

You hesitated, your insecurities and anxiety climbing up quickly and you moved to sit up when Jeongguk noticed the alarm in your eyes, calming you down with a hand on your hip. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do it.”

You glanced away, embarrassed, feeling yourself grow hot all over, and oddly, you felt tears sprout at the edges of your eyes.

“Hey hey,” Jeongguk leaned down, thumbing at the tears. “I’m sorry was I going too fast? Do you want to stop?”

“No! No it’s just.” you brushed at your tears and stared at Jeongguk’s ear, trying to look at anywhere but his eyes and his painfully bare body. This was the last thing you needed. Were you really crying over not being able to think straight? “I don’t know what I’m doing and it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s alright.” Jeongguk smirked, though his expression held no mockery - only patience. “I’ll teach you. We have a lot of time. Okay? So don’t worry.”

His words oddly made you feel calmer and you let out a tiny nod, fingertips idly dancing over his body to shake your thoughts away and he let out a tiny laugh, tilting his head back and commenting in a whisper, “Your fingers seem to be knowing what they’re doing.”

You flushed at the comment, flicking your eyes up to see his eyes shut, before leaning forward and kissing at his beautifully tanned neck, noting the way he flinched but did not move you away, instead humming and letting you kiss up his neck and down before tentatively licking over a point where he groaned.

“God baby,” he dropped his head to your shoulder, “Please let me touch you.”

You whispered out, “Okay,” and he set in motion, kissing from your lips to your shoulder and down your shirt to the hem of your jeans, flicking his lashes up to gaze up to your eyes and push a tiny peep of your shirt to kiss at the skin there.

You gasped, head tilting back and encouraging him, “It’s okay, go on.”

You felt your nerves catch up to you, and though you gave him the go ahead sign, you threw your arms over your eyes and prepared yourself.

He huffed out a tiny laugh before slowly unbuttoning, placing a kiss once more there before tugging your jeans down your legs, watching in awe as goosebumps broke up, letting his hands slid up your legs to massage into your thighs.

Suddenly you jerked up, grabbing at his hands and saying, “Actually what if I’m not good enough, I think we should stop - “

“Hey.” Jeongguk hushed you, blinking up at you with something hard in his eyes. “Say the word and we’ll stop but don’t you ever say you’re not good enough.”

You gulped at his words, cowering slightly at his firm gaze, somehow ending up nodding and leaning back down. I’ll take care of you, were his words, and you blinked up at the ceiling, telling yourself to trust his words.

Jeongguk, after making sure you were okay, turned his attention back to your body, hands massaging at your skin and leaning down to press kisses here and there.

When his kisses trailed up to the edge of your underwear, he whispered, “I can smell you fuck,” and pressed a hot open mouthed kiss to your mound, making you keen and drop your head back, hands tugging at the sheets.

His fingers were on your hips, toying with the straps of your underwear, before drifting down and pulling it away from your lips, breathing out a light, “holy fuck,” and before you could even think of being shy he dove down, licking a long stripe up and nuzzling deep into you, tongue and teeth scraping and licking at your lips.

“Oh my god-” you choked out, tilting your head to the side as you tried to keep your noises low.

Jeongguk was making down right filthy sounds, licking at your lips and sucking hard, his hands coming up to tug at your thighs away, eyes shut as he feasted like a deprived a man, hands slipping to circle your thighs and hold them in place.

“Oh my god Jeongguk,” you whispered, your voice cracking and you made a bare eye contact with him, his eyes boring into you from below, before you tilted your head to the side, the back of your hand pressing into your mouth as your hips twitched.

“Gonna have to stretch you out baby,” he murmured as he tilted his head to the side, catching the skin in between his teeth to suck bruises on your skin. His tongue lapped at the stinging area, thumbs rubbing soothingly into your skin.“That okay with you?”

“Y-Yes,” you stuttered out, mind reeling at his words, propped up on your elbows and fingers fisted into the sheets. Jeongguk gave you a tiny smirk, eyes flicking up to you with a patch of your skin in between his teeth before he released you and slid into a comfortable position.

Laying flat on his stomach, Jeongguk pressed at your thighs, pushing dangerously them apart, letting his lashes flutter against your skin as he laid his head onto your thigh, watching sideways as he brought a finger up to trace your mound.

An embarrassed whine climbed up your throat at the intensity in his eyes, thighs tensing and Jeongguk caught the movement, laying still but flicking his eyes up to gaze at you with mirth. You parted your lips with narrowed eyes to tell him to quick teasing but -

Jeongguk, with an agonizingly slow pace and fixed gaze, slipped a single finger into you, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watched you swallow up his digit, your walls so fucking tight.

“J-Jeongg-guk-” you gasped, hips jerking as you sunk your teeth into your lips, eyes desperate as you watched Jeongguk hushed you with a turn of his head to kiss at your thigh before pulling his hand back and sinking back into you.

“Oh,” you let a pleased hum and fell back onto the bed, hands coming up to cover your face as you felt the boy’s pace slowly, yet steadily, pick up, the burn against your walls so delicious and slow you felt yourself loose yourself at the ends.

You tried to keep it in, you really did, but the way Jeongguk had propped his chin onto your hip bone to gaze at you with a hot gaze as his arms flexed with how fast he had started to thrust into you made you squirm, whine out breathy sighs of his name up into the air, back arching slightly every moment or so before sinking back into the sheets when his other hand smoothed of the expanse of your skin, warm and heavy before he cupped your hip and pressing down firmly.

You picked up your head to give him a questioning glance before he braced his arm against your hip, pinning you down firmly, before resuming his attack on your lips, hand thrusting into you too fast for you to keep up.

“Jeongguk! P-Please oh,” you twisted your body to the side, your mind short circuiting as the pleasure built, alarmingly fast, that coil inside your gust twisting precariously tighter with each second he crooked his fingers into you.

Jeongguk’s brows came close together as he turned his gaze down to your mound, leaning down to lick at his thumb, inhaling the smell of your sex and groaning, before rubbing hard circles onto your clit with his slicked thumb, letting out a grunt when you choked out a breathy, “Oh my god.”

You two made eye contact when Jeongguk leaned back down, tongue hanging out to lick up at your clit, his nose brushing against that sensitive bundle on your mound and your legs jerked, hastily trying to press shut as your cheeks burned in shame.

But Jeongguk’s hands were there, strong and unmoving as he pinned your legs apart, one eyebrow cocking up at you with his lips still firmly lapping at your juices, as if to say wanna try that again?

You let out an apologetic whine, your face feeling hot and sticky as you brought your hand up to run a hand through your hair, one finger ending up in your mouth as you watched him suck at you ruthlessly, making you squirm in agony.

The coil was getting tight, winding you up and making you ache for your release, and you had absolutely no idea how to ask for it, desperation clouding your mind as your hips danced off the sheets, one hand coming down to grip his hair.

“Jeongguk,” you rasped, eyes catching his as he leaned back slightly to bring his hands closer to your mound and spread at the skin there so he could have a better access to your pussy, leaning back in swiftly to suck at your lips, eyes wide and unbashed as he stared up at you.

“Oh god Jeongguk you’re gonna kill me,” you breathed out in one breath, dropping back onto your back. At a particular hard suck, you cried out, a high pitched, “Please!” escaping your lips and loud enough for Jeongguk to move away with a low growl.

Pressing up onto his knees, he watched as your face fell and knees pulled close to hide yourself, hands splayed out next to your head, but Jeongguk simply pried at your knees, eyes dark and promising as he grunted out, “Fuck do you have any idea how good you sound?” You keened back in response.

“God, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he vowed, leaning over you as he pushed at his jeans down. “Make you scream.”

You tried to ignore the way your body burned alight at the statement, gulping and helping him push the jeans down and kissing him back as he dipped down, hands grabbing at your wrists, tugging them to place around his back.

“Dig in my back if it hurts too much, okay?” he whispered against your lips, one hand dropping to push his boxers down.

You nodded, keeping eye contact with him as he flung his boxers somewhere, breath hitching as you felt something line up at your entrance, a slight whimper escaping you, and Jeongguk instantly froze, eyes flying to you.

“Hey, hey. You’re gonna be fine. We can still back out now, okay? Just give me the word love.”

At your hesitant gaze, he carried on. “Don’t think about me. Just about yourself, okay?”

You blinked up at him, lips slightly trembling, before you steeled yourself. It was okay, right? Jeongguk was experienced, and judging my how slow he went, he knew how anxious you were. If your tapped out, he’d stop instantly, right?

Looping your arms around Jeongguk’s neck, you cheekily whispered, “Say please first.”

Jeongguk stared at you, silent for a split second, before his eyes started to sparkle and he let out a laugh. “You’re really making it hard for me to maintain a bad boy image, you know that?”

You giggled, watching breathlessly as Jeongguk’s face straightened into a serious one and he dipped down, nosing at your cheek before grinning, “Will you let me fuck you, please, Y/N?”

You thought you’d laugh when he’d say it, but the way his body pressed into you and his hands held you made you arch your back and mumble, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Jeongguk aligned himself at your entrance and your toes slightly curled, but Jeongguk’s fingers curled around your chin and pulled you in for a kiss, slow and deep and filled with something you couldn’t quite place, before he slipped in.

The pain was obvious, something that pierced so deep that made you pull away from Jeongguk’s lips and blink up at the ceiling, tears swimming at the edges of your eyes.

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushed, holding his hips square against yours, bowing down and pressing his forehead to the side of your head, kissing at the spot above your ear. “You’re so strong,” he whispered, his voice straining, jaw clenched as his thumb came to wipe at your tears.

“Hurts,” you whimpered, tilting to look at Jeongguk, and he kissed you, keeping your lips pressed together as he whispered, “It’ll become better okay love? Can I move?”

You nodded, hands clutching his bare shoulders, wincing as he pulled out before slipping back in, and though it felt weird, and stung a bit, you started to feel the thrum of pleasure that erupted inside of your body, and you arched up slightly, tossing your head to the side and groaning out, “Jeongguk yes-”

“There we go,” Jeongguk hummed leaning back and pulling back before slamming hard into you and you whined, pleasure burning your insides and making something deep in the pit of your stomach coil tightly.

“J-Jeongguk yes yes please,” you gasped, hands falling from his neck to his chest, bouncing with every thrust of his, your body too hot underneath the layers of clothes.

“Does it feel good baby?” Jeongguk leaned over you, rolling his hips deep into you. “You with me?”

“Jeongguk,” you gasped, glaring up at him playfully, “Stop talking and use those hips more.”

A slight of a smile erupted on his face before he pulled back and thrusted deeply inside, purring at the way you cried out.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he asked at the way your face pinched. “Gonna come so quickly?”

Your cheeks bursted into flames and you tilted your head to the side, keening at the way he hit that one spot, the coil tightening by every second.

“Jeongguk I think I ‘m-”

“Go on baby,” Jeongguk hummed into your ear, voice thick with lust, hips picking up in pace as he hiked your legs around his waist. “Come for me love.”

You cried out, hand in his hair and other covering your mouth as the pace picked up and you came, back arching and a high pitched cry erupting out of your mouth.

“Oh, oh,” you kept chanting as you came down from your high, arms looped around Jeongguk and cheek pressed to his shoulder. A shiver went through you as you felt his hands dig into your hips and he slowed to a stop, mumbling out a tight, “You okay?”

Nodding, you caught your breathe before asking, “Aren’t you gonna…?”

“It’s fine,” he moved to pull out but you tightened your grip on his waist, pressing your forehead to his neck. “Go on.”

He hesitated for a second before making sure with a “Really?” before slipping his hips back and slamming into you, and every thrust sent shivers into you, making you whimper into his ear, all while he murmured, “That’s it, good girl.”

You expected the time after sex to be awkward, but you found it to be comfortable.

Jeongguk had cleaned you up, claiming that you’d regret it in the morning if you didn’t, and pulled the covers over you, tossing a shirt and boxers to you to change into.

It required no extensive knowledge that he expected you to stay the night, and you found yourself following, slipping on the clothes and crawling under the covers.

When Jeongguk reappeared a half hour later, he was dressed in just his boxers, hair messed up in a glorified way that screamed sex-god.

He gave you a smile, a tiny one, before he slipped into bed, picking his head up to mumble out a “Goodnight” before leaning forward and clicking the light off to send the room into pitch black darkness.

#phew that was a ride #there will be a part 2!!!#jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #jeongguk #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon #taehyung #jimin #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fic #smut #fic series

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hoodiedidnotdie · 5 years ago

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Lamb

A/n: hello, this is my first post in a *while* and also my first fanfic post on Tumblr (pls go easy on me). This is actually a story i originally shared via my Wattpad acc (freakykpopotaku (hell, need to change tht username)) so if u have nothing else to do, go check it out (im not tht active either on there /w\`)! But yeah, hope u guys like it.

Pairing : Namjoon x reader x Yoongi (not really romantic-ish)

Genre : Mafia au

Warning: minor bloodshed, tiny bit of cursing

Namjoon and Yoongi remembered clearly the first time they met you.

A Saturday afternoon, four months ago, was when they went to visit your father's coffee shop.

A last minute plan they had after the numerous meetings they had all over the place. The check ups they had to do on several of their branches throughout the districts were time consuming too.

Business was booming since one of the biggest war lords of Seoul got taken down by the police. The man made a terrible mistake of trusting and leaving matters to his newest right-hand man who happened to be a police spy. Gangs such as the Bangtan were jumping at the opportunity to claim more territory and clients.

The two men have been so busy coordinating new units to new districts all the while maintaining their innocent businessmen facade that they haven't had time in months to come visit your father who loved them like they were his own sons.

Your father was the one who took them in when they were merely street rats, giving them shelter and food when Namjoon wasn't agile nor strong enough and when Yoongi couldn't hold a gun right yet. He knew the boys never liked being restricted to one place and so the back door of his tiny coffee shop was always unlocked for them to sneak in when it was too tough and the world was too mean.

When luck turned to their side and power was in their hands, the two however did not forget the kind smile and strong comforting arms of your father. They chose to often come to visit and offer him a better place to stay even if they knew he would refuse everytime.

They never knew why your father refused to move, despite being just a street away from the unruly part of the city where crimes were commited as often as Yoongi cursed in a day. However, the two never pushed it because deep down, they were also attached to this shop where everything started.

The two Bangtan bosses always made sure of keeping the shop off of any of their enemies' radar. They never worried about the police since they kept it clean and never did any of the dirty jobs there. All they wanted was the wellbeing of the generous old owner.

However, they have wondered how on Earth your father's coffee shop has never had anything close to an attempted robbery despite being so close to the worst of the city. Namjoon and Yoongi have tried to uncover the mystery when they were younger, wandering all day in the dangerous streets behind the cafe. All they had at best was rumors about your father being an ex-war lord. They've tried all the bosses back then for answers and none of them seemed willing to give the whole truth.

On that Saturday afternoon, when they stepped into the cafe with the chiming of the little blue bell over their head announcing their presence, both men stopped midway in their motions to stare at the unfamiliar barista at the cashier,

you.

Their confusion was clear in their gaze as they watched you soundlessly freeze midway in your task, your arm stopping the sweeping motion over the counter as you stared back with eyes as big as saucers. Your father never hired anyone for as long as they remembered and has always done everything on his own no matter how difficult it was. It made them question silently about you : how special were you to get hired?

As if knowing the tension reigning the first floor of his home, your father came down the stairs in rush and snatched both businessmen's attention to him with a joyful "hello". It the three of you twist your heads almost painfully fast to face him.

Namjoon seemed to drop instantly the cold shell that he displayed to the world, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement like he used to in his younger years to reach for his father figure. Yoongi's signature gummy smile slipped right through his control before he could even stop it. The two hastily helped the elderly man down the rest of the stairs and towards a table all the while chatting animatedly like they never did in the interviews you watched on the news.

You on the contrary had eyes growing even bigger if possible witnessing the effect that your elderly father had on two of the most important and impressive up coming businessmen of the city. It made you contemplate whether to retire back to the kitchen or not. But before you could take a step back, your old man introduced you with a bright and proud signature smile.

"Boys, here's my lovely daughter, Y/N! She'll be with me from now on and will most likely taking over the coffee shop after I retire. So better start getting along right now since you will be seeing her everytime you come visit!"

The two men simply nodded in understanding as they glanced at you in mild curiosity.

From that day on, Namjoon and Yoongi slowly got used to seeing you arranging the tables, sweeping the floor or simply standing behind the counter when they stepped into shop. The three of you would exchange briefly a few greeting words like "good evening" or "it's been quite sunny these days" before the two of them drift towards your father, eager each time to conversate with him.

They remember you would often offer a small shy smile and indicate where the old man is before returning to your task after your short greetings. Sometimes they would visibly see you get flustered from having their attention on you and fumble clumsily with whatever's in your hand at that time.

Namjoon would let out an amused chuckle and Yoongi a silent 'thank you' with the ghost of a smile on his face before they head towards wherever your father was.

To them, the best animal to describe you was the lamb.

A sweet, soft little lamb.

It was not even a minute after Yoongi suggested to his partner to set the papers and contracts down for the night when someone burst through their office door. Hoseok, the man that they trusted to watch over the cafe and one who they considered as family, hurtled in out of breath looking like he'd just ran 40 kilometers in 10 minutes.

The poor man rapidly informed the two that an enemy of them had found out about the cafe and was sending men to capture your father and you. Hoseok had sent Jungkook and Jimin and a few of their people to try and stop the enemy before anything happens.

However, before he could finish, Namjoon and Yoongi were jumping out of them seats and heading towards the stairs. With a simple call of their secretary, Jin was at their side telling Taehyung through the phone to prepare 'items' and handling the two mens' expensive blazers as the three of them (+ a mildly surprised Hoseok) rushed down the steps with urgency.

A suffocating tension reigned in the car as it rushed down the streets towards its destination. Namjoon's impatient foot tapping and Yoongi murderously glaring out the window was heavily affecting everyone's mood. Even Hoseok did not dare to attempt lightening the mood and simply shared worried glances with who Jin chewed nervously on his puffy lip.

The only closest time where the two other males saw their leaders this livid was when a priceless shipment got almost taken away by another gang. Nobody had to question if that gang still exists after that.

When they finally arrived at the cafe after 10 painfully slow minutes, Namjoon climbed out of the car wearing his trusty black leather gloves with the same killing aura he had during the years where they still had to fight for their lives and Yoongi's eyes had turned eerily blank as he fiddled mechanically with the gun in his hands.

Inside the once clean and inviting cafe laid bloodied bodies piled against the walls and a horrible stench of iron filled the room. Tables and chairs were flipped and destroyed across the floor and most of the mugs and decorations displayed along the walls were in bits and pieces. Jungkook and Jimin sat at the staircase leading up to the second floor with the younger of the two holding bunched up tissues against his face. Their men stood around them with a concern written in bold letter on their forehead.

The police wasn't anywhere to be seen thanks to Taehyung who was back at their base and the people around the block knew better than to call them. Jin rushed to the maknae with a first aid kit in hand while Namjoon and Yoongi looked at Jimin for explanation.

"When we arrived one of them was just about to call in reinforcement but thankfully we intercepted. Most of them were crowding on the first floor (since the stairs are quite narrow) with a few heading up at a time. We made our way up only to see that a lot of them were dropping dead like flies. It seems like mr.(Y/F/N) is injured inside the study room but a girl is guarding the door ferociously."

"Yeah, and then she didn't believe us when we said we were sent here to help and sliced me across the fvckin face." Jungkook grunts from beside Jimin.

'A girl?' Namjoon remembers turning towards Yoongi for an answer only to see the other with an unconvinced quirked eyebrow.

Jimin scooted towards the railing to give space for the two men to pass after muttering 'be careful' under his breath.

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The shock Namjoon and Yoongi received at that instance will most likely be engraved in their mind for eternity they'd thought as they looked towards the said door.

There you, their little soft lamb, stood wearing a bulletproof jacket, arms soaked in blood up to the elbow, hand grabbing tightly a knife with a gun in the other and body in a seemingly confident and rigid stance. Your eyes were stone cold.

Time seemed to have stopped until they light up with recognition when you seem to realize who climbed up the stairs.

The weapons clank loudly to the ground as you drop them to open the door behind you to your father for them in a hurry. Your old man was slumped in a loveseat with a bloodied hand pressed against a wound on his side and a playful grin on his face.

A gun held almost perfectly and ready to shoot was in his other one.

At that moment they realized that the rumors about the ex-warlord your father was are true

And you aren't a lamb they'd thought you'd be.

#bts #bts v #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts rm #bts yoongi #bts mafia au #bts mafia imagine #bts scenarios #bts jin #bts fanfic #bts fanfction

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mirika · 6 years ago

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I went to Dutch Comic Con once again. On Saturday I went as Ladybug from Miraculous Ladybug, but as I spotted an Angewomon who told me she’d be there the next day too, I went as Mimi from Digimon on Sunday.

Besides, the whole point of not having blue hair anymore was so that I can wear both cosplay whenever I want.

Day one!

Downside of this year is that I did not have my annual friend with me - I always visit Dutch Comic Con (March edition) with one friend in particular. This meant that Saturday I was by myself. The plus side was that I could do everything at my pace(!), but the problem with being by myself was everything else. I took only one photo with another cosplay and that was when a friend of mine tagged along for a little while.

It’s me with a bunch of androids from Detroit: Become Human, heh. I was holding my bag and everything, so it was awkward too!

I saw many more androids who looked amazing, but I lost my friend and therefore could not take any other photos. There was one Connor & Hank in particular that I was very fond of, and I made sure Hank knew how much I appreciated the dedication to the beard they applied to their face. I was really amazed by it as beards are hard to achieve.

I also saw an amazing Sylvanas (World of Warcraft) cosplay, when I saw her I actually said “wow” (or more specifically “wauw”) out loud and I told her she looked good or something like that. She really did. On Sunday I also saw a blood elf character, but I am not familiar with all NPC’s, so...

As I said before, I also saw Angewomon and I really wanted to take a photo with her. She seemed in a rush though, told her I will go as Mimi tomorrow as she said she’ll be there tomorrow again and therefore left it as it is.

I also visited two Q&As that day. Felt nice to visit Q&As without having to make friends wander alone.

The first one right at 12:00 was Katherine McNamara, she is known as the main character Clary from Shadowhunters, a show that is a bit of a guilty pleasure. I loved her excitement and her love for the franchise and other characters, and she had to keep herself from telling any spoilers, but she is really excited for the first upcoming episode.

The second Q&A at 16:00 was Jennifer Morrison, known as the main character Emma Swan from Once Upon A Time. I know she has a role in Arrow too, but I don’t watch it. Because of Katherine’s excitement during her Q&A, Jennifer really made a huge contrast in that regard. Not that she wasn’t happy, it was just different. I slightly feel bad about all the Once-related questions because you could kinda tell she’s done, and she deflected a Swan Queen question by just answering she is an actress portraying a character who is written the way they are, so I liked that; no fuss about shipping. Shipping is what made the Once fandom so destructive, after all. She solved it very well, probably put a lot of thought into it.

Other than that I bought a bunch of merchandise. I actually only bought stuff from the artist alley; none of the official merch pulled me in. The artist alley is great, because it has such a variety in fandoms. My only issue is that I am limited to buttons, stickers and charms, because I would not know what to do with prints.

Two random animal stickers of a cat and a bat because the artist was kind and it looked cool. The bottom two are magnets from the video game Journey, and few of my friends know I’ve been very involved with a Journey community lately.

Three buttons of Connor from Detroit: Become Human. I am actually really sad that no one sold Kara or Markus because I love all three main characters nearly equally. Some did sell Hank and Sumo, but yeah... would’ve loved some Kara and Markus. That is why I was glad I saw some Kara cosplay around, compared to Connor the other two appear so underappreciated when they are all such lovely characters. I love Connor most too, but the difference for me is rather minor.

And a bunch of stickers! Illidan Stormrage from World of Warcraft (he looks so adorable and the vendor was so nice), Spider-man in his homemade suit, and a sticker set from Miraculous Ladybug.

I kinda wish I did not have to say that this sums up Saturday already, but here we are.

I found a couple of artists I want to commission from, but many are way above my budget. Complicated. I also took 1,5 hours to hunt Pokemon in Pokemon GO because there was a special day going on and inside the building the GPS was crazy, but because I could visit at my own pace, I made sure I saw all the shops already. I get really nasty about not having seen everything, my brains just can’t comprehend the idea of not seeing everything (or at least having tried).

Either way!

Day two!

On Sunday my bestie tagged along, but ironically now I didn’t really find any cosplay I wanted to take a photo with, hah. The entire day we visited I tried to find Angewomon, and by the time we were close to leaving (last hour at the con), we found her in line for food!!!

I found her Instagram so you can see her with her wings on, but yeah, she didn’t have them today (heavy). It’s the same as how I did not bring Palmon. We weren’t allowed any bags bigger than 12 x 18 cm OR they had to be transparent, so I had nothing to carry Palmon in (it’s for safety reasons due to recent shooting in the same city). Either way, I was so happy to have found her! We shared the mutual feeling of never seeing other Digimon cosplay, so we were both just really happy. Another stranger saw us together and wanted to take a photo as he’d never expect to see two Digimon cosplay together, and guess what, neither did we!

So she was easily the highlight of my day, haha! I saw she also did Garurumon on her page, which is really cool too!

I do want to say that I was pleasantly surprised with seeing The Umbrella Academy cosplay around as well by the way, even if it was 90% Klaus and 10% Five. Considering the show being new I thought it was amazing and for some reason it never occurred to me I could see cosplay from that show until I saw them. The Five cosplayers that were around were actually rather young-looking and short, so that was fantastic, and the Five who was together with towel-Klaus were very in-character together as Klaus was teasing them and Five wasn’t having it. I loved it.

Because I did not find any new merch I wanted to get, I ended up buying mysterious Japanese snacks. I meant to buy one box of panda cookies and one box of regular cookies, but the vendor talked me into this.

The cookies were alright, not too amazing, but I loved the panda cookies too much to even share sorry bestie. All of these are gone already, by the way. I uh... liked my pricey Japanese mystery food. Much better than mochi (yikes) or pocky (meh), but those are opinions!

I think that sums it up. I hope I get the photo Angewomon took of us on her phone, because that was a selfie.

It was a successful weekend regardless.

The photo of Angewomon and I has surfaced!

DCC 2019 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) / Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) ACC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2018 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) RCC 2018 - Mimi (Digimon) WDCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) RCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2016 - Hook (Once Upon A Time) DCC 2016 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2015 - Sunday - Hobbit (Lord of the Rings) DCC 2015 - Saturday - Ellie (The Last of Us)

I have been to Elfia in 2015, but I cannot find this post. I was Donna Noble and I actually had a really bad day, which is why I have never returned to Elfia.

#mirika #mirikalj

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roxanncweasley · 8 years ago

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drop the teabags

so i made another one bc these are hella fun to write

Remus Lupin to it is perfectly normal to cry in wonder woman: can we establish the ground rules for tonight

Sirius Black: rules schmules

Remus Lupin: do you want your arse to be front page news again?

Sirius Black: those readers were blessed

James Potter: I have it framed

Sirius Black: aww babe

Peter Pettigrew to can you die from too much Nutella?: where are you guys???

James Potter: sry SOMEONE was being dramatic

Sirius Black: it’s not my fault the hairdryer broke

Sirius Black: I couldn’t leave with DAMP hair

Peter Pettigrew: hurry the fuck up

James Potter: pete its fine

Peter Pettigrew: its raining and ive been waiting twenty mins

Peter Pettigrew: it is noT FINE

Rita Skeeter (@ritaskeeter) tweeted: ‘The Maruaders’ frontman James Potter flirts up a storm with old friend Marlene McKinnon at Oscars, are they dating?

Sirius Black (@siriuslyblack) tweeted: @jampots how could you do this to me?

James Potter (@jampots) tweeted: @siriuslyblack you weren’t supposed to find out this way

Marlene McKinnon (@marlsmckinnon) tweeted: @jamspotter you can’t afford me

James Potter (@jampots) tweeted: @marlmckinnon rude tbh

James Potter to Remus Lupin: are ppl acc believing this crap

Remus Lupin: you didn’t exactly help the situation

James Potter: what if evans sees it?

Remus Lupin: I thought you were over it

James Potter: ….

James Potter: i am

James Potter: one hundred percent

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: he’s not over it

Sirius Black: well obviously

Sirius Black: he’s been playing her album on repeat for the last three weeks

Remus Lupin: are you still stealing his spotify?

Sirius Black: im not made of money

Remus Lupin: you have a Porsche….

Sirius Black: details details

James Potter to SUIT UP: who’s doing the speech if we win the grammy?

Peter Pettigrew: I thought you were

Remus Lupin: you said you’d written it

James Potter: where’s the evidence

Remus Lupin sent a screenshot

James Potter: well shit

Rita Skeeter (@ritaskeeter) tweeted: Lily Evans throws drink over James Potter at Grammy’s, is it over his relationship with Marlene McKinnon?

Marlene McKinnon (@marlsmckinnon) tweeted: for gods sake I am NOT dating james

James Potter (@jampots) tweeted: @marlsmckinnon I’m hurt

Marlene McKinnon (@marlsmckinnon) tweeted: you know I love you rlly @jampots

Remus Lupin (@rjlupin) tweeted: @marlsmckinnon @jampots this is exactly what I was talking about

Peter Pettigrew to Sirius Black: why did she throw her drink at him?

Sirius Black: he apologised for being rude to snivilus

Peter Pettigrew: how does that make sense??

Sirius Black: but then he said it wasn’t his fault she was friends with a racist twat

Peter Pettigrew: oh

James Potter to Marlene McKinnon: did you talk to her?

Marlene McKinnon: mate you need to drop it

James Potter: I’m an idiot

Marlene Mackinnon: yes, yes you are

James Potter to Lily Evans: I’m an idiot

James Potter: and I’m sorry

Lily Evans: you can’t keep apologising and then not changing

James Potter: what do you want me to do evans?

Lily Evans: move on potter

James Potter changed the chat name to lets get drunk pls

Peter Pettigrew: u okay?

James Potter: not rly

Sirius Black: we’re on our way

The Daily Prophet (@TheDailyProphet) tweeted: James Potter photographed kissing mystery girl in back of club

Lily Evans sent a photo to Marlene McKinnon

Lily Evans: is that who I think it is

Marlene McKinnon: you’re not seriously jealous

Lily Evans: ofc not

Lily Evans: its just a bit of a surprise

Marlene McKinnon: you told him to move on lil

Lily Evans: I didn’t mean with dorcas

Rita Skeeter (@ritaskeeter) tweeted: James Potter’s mystery girl is Dorcas Meadowes, close friend of Lily Evans and Marlene McKinnon, all 3 attended school with The Maruaders.

Sirius Black to no the next album will not be called sirius and the others: someone buy teabags

James Potter: there are spares under my bed

Sirius Black: about that

James Potter: you fucker

Peter Pettigrew: did you try moonys stash in his wardrobe

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: you stay away from those teabags

Sirius Black: too late

Remus Lupin: I’m telling mrs potter

Sirius Black: you wouldn’t

Remus Lupin: too late

Dorcas Meadowes to Lily Evans: u know me and james were just messing right

Lily Evans: why does everyone think I’m bothered

Dorcas Meadowes: bc u r

Lily Evans: I’m not

Dorcas Meadowes: so our snap streak ending was an accident then?

Dorcas Meadowes: 308 days !!

Dorcas Meadowes: gone !

Lily Evans: I might be slightly bothered

The Daily Prophet (@TheDailyProphet) tweeted: ‘The Marauders’ raise £2 million for charity with their new single

Lily Evans to James Potter: it’s incredible how much you guys have raised

Lily Evans: you should be really proud james

James Potter to Remus Lupin: she called me james

Remus Lupin: who?

James Potter: evans

Remus Lupin: oh

Remus Lupin: OH

James Potter to Lily Evans: thanks lily, it means a lot

Lily Evans: so… you and Dorcas?

James Potter: we’re just mates, it was a bit of fun

James Potter: we both know there’s only one girl I’m interested in

Peter Pettigrew to graham norton for prime minister: controversial idea

Sirius Black: go

Peter Pettigrew: Portugal shouldn’t have won Eurovision

Sirius Black removed Peter Pettigrew from the group

Lily Evans to James Potter: i have a question

James Potter: oooOOOooo ominous

Lily Evans: are you ever not dramatic

James potter: we literally went to stage school

Lily Evans: im just going to ask my question

Lily Evans: why is your twitter handle jampots??

James Potter: why not

James Potter: it’s iconic

Lily Evans: why do I like such a lame person?

James Potter: so you DO like me

James Potter: !!!

James potter: also who even uses lame anymore???

Lily Evans @lilevans tweeted: quick twitter poll; who thinks the word lame is lame

Sirius Black @siriuslyblack tweeted: @lilevans the REAL question is who uses semicolons in tweets ???

Remus Lupin @rjlupin tweeted: @siriuslyblack it’s like you’re allergic to good grammar.

James Potter @jampots tweeted: you’re not helping your case here evans

Lily Evans @lilevans tweeted: @jampots I’ve seen your match attacks collection sit down

Peter Pettigrew @realpete tweeted: @jampots @lilevans ouch burn

James Potter @jampots tweeted: @realpete traitor

Sirius Black to James Potter: I just read this article

James Potter: oh yeah?

Sirius Black: so we’re dating

Sirius Black: and we have a kitten called Beatrix

James Potter: what??

James Potter: it would obvs be called cassiepoiea

Sirius Black: omds cassie for short

Sirius Black: the blacks hv flaws but our names are fabulous

James Potter sent a photo to I miss Minnie telling us what disappointments we are

James Potter: me and sirius bought a kitten !!

Sirius Black: shes so cute !!!

Remus Lupin: we’re not allowed pets in the building….?

Peter Pettigrew: and I’m allergic to cats

James Potter: honestly you two are so selfish

James Potter: we can’t take her back

James Potter: are you seriously going to break her little kitten heart

Sirius Black: we already made her an instagram and everything

Sirius Black to Remus Lupin: ???? hv u seen my jacket

Remus Lupin: would it kill you to use grammar properly for once

Sirius Black: nvm acc i found it

Sirius Black: also rude

Remus Lupin to bring back remus being a werewolf conspiracy theory 2k17: we going out tonight?

Sirius Black: yassss

James Potter: can’t, going for a drink w evans

Sirius Black: oooooOOOOOO

Peter Pettigrew: is that what the kids call it these days

James Potter: seriously?

James Potter: don’t answer that sirius

Sirius Black (@siriuslyblack) tweeted: this is a psa that james puts sisters before misters

James Potter (@jampots) tweeted: @siriuslyblack chill

Peter Pettigrew to 3 decent ppl + jim the traitor: james has a hickey pass it on

Sirius Black: whAT

James Potter: wtf bro

James Potter: how do you even know that

Peter Pettigrew: I came in to bring you tea

James Potter: oh yh

James Potter: thanks for that btw

Sirius Black: we’RE GETTING OFF TOPIC

Sirius Black to Euphemia Potter: james got a hickey from lily

Euphemia Potter: Lily Evans?

Sirius Black: that’s the one

Euphemia Potter: I always thought she was lovely

Euphemia Potter: Now what’s all this I hear about you stealing remus’s teabags?

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stateofmybed-blog · 7 years ago

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Fairytale Man (Doctor Who x Reader)

Summary: You became a foreign exchange student to see the world. Instead, you saw the universe. With the help of a man in a blue box, of course.

Pairing: Teenager!Companion!Reader x Tenth Doctor (Platonic)

Notes: This is my first ever Doctor Who fic! I'm excited to take the plunge, as I'm finally getting back into the show. Disclaimer: There will be no romantic relationship between The Doctor and the reader, as the reader is only a teenager in this fic. I want this story to be centered around the main theme between companions and The Doctor: two great friends exploring the universe.

The cold winter air invading Britain had everyone and everything feeling the same way: gloomy. Formerly plowed streets were beginning to be given a new thin blanket of snow, while the piles and buried grass hardly noticed nature’s far from warm gift. The clock was hardly striking 5, but the thick clouds overhead made it feel as though dusk was nearing.

Snowflakes clung to your coat and eyelashes as you walked down the sidewalk of a mostly forgotten road. Your black jacket and maroon bottoms stood out in the monochromic geography, and your hands remained cold despite their place in your pockets. The sidewalk ran alongside a park, a park that had grown to be neglected over the years. It was old to children, as some of their parents had memories of running in the open grass and bobbing up and down on the now rusty teeter-totter. And yet, they kept coming back. You were never sure why, as much of the city’s more intimate parts of history remained a mystery to you. An effect of being an exchange student, you supposed.

The school’s exchange program was still in a beta process, and you were one of the willing candidates right from the start. There was a small fee of $750 american dollars to gain access to the program, and while your parents thought it was a scam, it turned out to be blissfully true. You couldn’t quite remember the details - maybe the school wanting an easily accessible program while also gaining traction for previous structures? - though the price had always een clear to you. $750, and you had a dorm room the size of an apartment complex in a building you shared with other foreign teenagers your age.

Your parents had almost stopped you from attending. They first made the money excuse, as you were well aware that your family was a middle-class one. You quickly pointed out that after 5-6 months of saving the income you gained from your job at the small and local grocery store, to which they grew silent. Of course, that didn’t mean they consented, and you quickly realized this in the months to come.

By the time you had saved up enough money, you had lost track of how many fights you had gotten into with your parents. They made every excuse in the book, including your younger sibling and your future. You had given up on bartering in due time, but the fighting still ensued.

Ironically, the night you and your parents completely lost it was the night they agreed. It was an average night; your shift had finished and after the short walk home, you walked in to see your parents sitting in the living room. You made your way to the kitchen, because this wasn’t the first time they had left you no dinner, but a snide comment made about how many late hours you worked stopped you dead in your tracks.

You didn’t remember most of what was said, as all you could recall was the screaming. Things were said that no one meant, and at the same time, hidden things in both hearts and minds began to surface. Eventually, the three of you came to a compromise. It was surprisingly quiet, considering the circumstances. Still, with tear tracks on their faces and whispered words admitting emotional attachment weren’t enough to convince you to stay. While the program had driven a wedge between your relationship, you continued to be relentless as you fought for the chance to prove yourself. Perhaps that’s why you had yet to tell your parents that you hated life in England.

Back in America, you assumed every part of the way you lived would change. While the culture in England was incredible - almost too good for words - your personal (particularly, your social) life in the country had yet to grow desirable. You still spent every night in your room, wasting hours on the internet. On the good nights, you felt nothing. On the bad nights, you scrolled through your classmates’ social media accounts and felt a sharp pain in your heart and a shortness in your lungs. And, on the worst nights, you cried yourself to sleep, asking yourself and anyone who was listening why you couldn’t just be normal. It was easy to hide yourself in your studies, but it wasn’t enough to convince yourself you were okay.

That old coffee kiosk was still at the end of the road, like every other time you took this path back to the dorms. Mr. Jonathan, the owner, was decked out in his usual knitted red hat with a pattern of black on white stitched into the middle of the yarn made piece. His old grey coat reached the bottom of his heavy looking boots, and the familiar details brought some ease to your unsteady mind.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it, sir?” You said once you reached the front of his mobile shop. You didn’t know much about Mr. Jonathan, besides his adult kids and him being a widower, but your heart no longer raced when you spoke to him. You always took that as a good sign.

“Beautiful?” he asked with a scoff. “Pretty, maybe, but colder than hell.”

You half smiled at his bitter reaction while digging in your pocket for stray change. You came back with three quid. “The only thing cold that needs changing is your attitude.”

“That’s a brave statement coming from someone ordering coffee,” he remarked, yet mirrored your amused smile.

You let out a laugh and dropped the coins onto the counter separating the two of you. He got right to work at filling a medium-sized disposable cup, which gave you a few spare seconds to look around and at your surroundings.

Kids zoomed past each other with cries of happiness, while others giggled and played on the structures. A curly-haired girl was on a set of swings, smiling widely at the boy who sat beside her. Parents filled the benches near the playground equipment, but on one stray seat near a tree that had shed its leaves sat a lonely looking man. His brown hair stood up in strands and rustled in the occasional wind in the same way his tan coat did, and he stared ahead blankly, like his eyes were fixed on something worthwhile. You tried to follow the trail of his gaze and found nothing.

“Your change, Miss,” Mr. Jonathan spoke up as he set a few coins on the counter beside your freshly poured coffee. You looked back at Mr. Jonathan, then to the stranger again. You then looked down at the coins and your drink, and after letting out a shaky breath, spoke.

“Can you make it a double?”

Mr. Jonathan raised his eyebrows, though he grabbed another cup from the piled stack. “A lot of studying tonight?” He asked, referring to your sudden additional order.

You shook your head. “No sir. It’s for someone who looks like they need it.”

“You mean it’s for that man who’s been sitting there for about-” he paused to check his watch, “-2 hours?”

“That long?” You asked as you pulled your arms closer to your body. He was right: the snow was pretty, but the wind was the monster it hid.

“I don’t think he’s moved a muscle,” Mr. Jonathan confirmed. “I have no idea when he got there, either. One second he wasn't there, and then… there he is. It’s like the man appeared out of thin air.” He picked up a disposable tray, and after setting the new drink in it, he placed yours in it as well. “Not sure he’ll want coffee, sweetheart.”

“I have a favorite teacher that I left behind in the US,” you explained, “and he told me that kindness travels greater distances than even the stars reach.”

“Is that all it takes to charm someone like you? A little poetry?” Mr. Jonathan teased, then grew more serious. “If he gives you any trouble, give me a shout, yeah?”

“Yes sir,” you nodded firmly, then smiled and picked up the tray. Your heart was thumping at the idea of offering a complete stranger - a weird stranger, at that - a coffee, so his words helped soothe you.

You walked through the open space of the gates around the park’s perimeter, and you hardly even noticed the people staring at you. You couldn't remember when you became the apple of the public eye, though over the years, it was something you had gotten used to. You stopped feeling the urge to question it, even to just yourself, a long time ago.

You were close to reaching the stranger, and now that you were closer, you could see red scrapes and a few cuts decorating the side of his face. This only increased the shaking in your already nervous hands, but you simply trudged forward through the snow.

He glanced up at you, just for a moment, and your feet stopped moving. You immediately froze, like a child being caught in the middle of disobeying. You felt a small breath brush over your parted lips, and couldn’t help but notice that the man’s expression had yet to change. His eyes, they softened quicker than snow stuck on clothing and skin melted, but his face still appeared colder than the flakes falling around both of you.

After a small burst of courage, you closed the small gap of space between you and the empty space on the bench. You pulled at your coat the moment you took a seat and let out a forced sigh that you hoped sounded content, or at least relaxed.

“I’m used to the snow,” you started and set the drink holder in the space between you and the stranger. “It’s the rain that was hard to get used to.” You picked up one of the two identical cups and offered it to him.

The man looked over to you, and then to the cup of coffee. Your extended hand was shaky and sweating, though not from the warm beverage you were holding. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of the stranger contemplating, he accepted the drink. His face split into a half smile, one corner pulling up more than the other. You felt yourself relax a little.

“Ahh, well, that’s England for you,” he took a sip of the coffee. “Makes the sunny days worth it, doesn’t it?”

“I haven’t seen too many of those,” you admitted. “I’ve only been here since September. But, to be fair, I don’t know much of anything about England. Besides the things everyone knows.”

“All it takes to know is the want to know,” he informed, and spoke with a ease that almost seemed impossible. “The city, the culture, the legends… they’re living and breathing, right around you.”

“I’m the only thing stopping me,” you said, and maybe you shouldn’t have said it like it was a fact. Funny thing was, you practically knew it as one. “That sounds about right.”

“Though I suppose that’s easy for me to say,” he began to counter his own statement, “I’m the one who’s always leaving. But I always come back, don’t I?”

“Sounds like you grew up here,” You replied, referring to his accent. “I’d find it hard to abandon my hometown, even though I’m not always there.”

“Many, many parts of me grew up here,” he agreed, and although you were confused, you somehow understood what he meant.

“You must be good at telling stories, then,” you smiled. Simply the way he spoke gave this off: that he’d always have something to say.

He smiled as well, in the same manner he did before, but something about the expression didn’t add up. Maybe it was the change in his eyes, or that it didn’t seem as genuine. Regardless, spotting the difference was easy. “It’s what I do for a living.”

“What is it that you do?” you asked, taking your first drink of coffee. The mix of cool air and time between made it the perfect temperature. “Novelist, historian, teacher..?”

“I guess you could say I’m all of the above.”

Normally, you would have dropped the conversation upon hearing this, or at the very least, frown. This time, however, you rather continued to stare at him, though you eyes did narrow slightly in confusion.

“Who are you?” You asked, then rephrased, “what’s your name?”

The stranger hesitated for a moment, then replied with, “The Doctor.”

“That’s a fairytale name, Doctor,” You remarked, though didn’t question his answer.

He grinned like he knew something no one else did. “I’m a fairytale man.”

You pondered for a moment, wondering exactly what he meant by ‘a fairytale man’. Were you right in guessing he was a writer? Or maybe he implied he lived in his head, building castles that could never exist. Regardless, you were certain of one thing: this Doctor man was only giving you enough to keep you curious.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, which to your surprise, made both you and him jump in surprise. You fished the device from your pocket and read the preview of a text message from your roommate: Imani. Without opening the message, you knew what she was asking of you.

“That’s my queue,” you said as you stood up, “my roommate wants me back for dinner. Says I spend too much time out and about.”

“I need to pay you back,” The Doctor protested, and you weren’t surprised when he dug around in his pockets, only to come back with nothing.

“You can tell me one of your stories sometime.” You offered a method of payment without even thinking before speaking. What were the odds of you ever seeing him again? And before that, what were the odds of him even ending up in this park again?

Somehow, the answered satisfied The Doctor, because he looked satisfied as he nodded a single time. You offered him one last smile, this time a one with a closed mouth, and you walked back around the playground and out the gate.

You walked for a few more steady blocks, nothing but the wind and falling snowflakes to keep you company. You were more than okay with this; walking past strangers was far from something you enjoyed.

You turned the corner beside the unused and currently withering courthouse, and the second you did, something felt off. Of course, to you, something felt wrong. So, you quickened your pace and crossed by the front steps to the abandoned courthouse in half the time it would usually take you. This didn’t stop you from noticing the big blue box with glowing text at the top sitting in the alley.

After retracing your steps and getting a better look, your heart began to thump loudly in your ears. Your throat tightened with anxiety, and your chest jolted at your sudden gasp for air.

If there was one thing you didn’t like, it was change.

“Hello?” you asked reluctantly. You couldn’t tell if you were grateful or even more nervous when no one answered.

‘Police Public Call Box’. That was the illuminated font near the top of the box. You could remember reading about the sort of thing before, though your head began to ache trying to recall from where. Maybe the idea was vaguely mentioned in a textbook before, or you briefly read about it in a news article. Unlikely, sure, but not impossible. The only thing impossible in this situation was that was was here, right before your very eyes.

“This isn’t supposed to be here…” you said, more to yourself than to anyone potentially in the box. It was jammed between two uninhabited buildings, and of neither were a museum. So what was the beat up and ancient looking thing doing there?

One of the two doors creaked open, and you jumped backwards the second your heart leaped into your throat. You were breathing like you were coming down from one of your rare panic attacks, chest heaving and limbs shaking.

You don’t know what possessed you to lean forward, only for a split second, and push the door fully open.

You watched the door creak open the rest of the way with your back pressed to the brick wall farthest from it. You couldn’t see anything inside because of this, but you were at least thankful that no one came out.

Each step you took was hesitant and quieter than a mouse scurrying across a kitchen floor in the dead of night. Your eyes were fixed on the newly ajar door, ready to detect any change of movement. You reached the the door in less than five paces, and not even your overly analytic head could have prepared you for what was inside.

A metal ramp with matching railings lead up to a strange, somewhat circular device in the middle of what appeared to be a massive room. The walls met at the top to create an unsteady dome, and you could see that there was depth beneath the metal floor that held the texture of a fire escape.

You slammed the door shut and practically ran out of the alley, pulling at the edges of your coat as you trudged through the snow and into the school’s dorm complex.

“You expect me to believe you spoke to a stranger on your own free will?” Imani asked.

The two of you were sitting in a local diner, one that served breakfast until noon. The clock was drawing closer to 11:00 AM, and while you would normally be eating lunch around then, a finished platter sat in front of you, waiting to be taken back to the kitchen. Imani was digging into her third plate of pancakes.

“He was just… sitting there,” you said, tapping at your mug of coffee in thought. “He looked so alone.”

“What’s his name?” Imani asked through a mouthful of her brunch, “you never told me.”

“He called himself The Doctor,” you replied, “Whatever that means.”

“Sounds creepy,” Imani thought aloud. “What kind of man has a title and no name?”

“What kind of exchange student goes out for lunch rather than finishing her homework?” You countered with a false grin. You were desperate the change the conversation.

“You stood me up at dinner. Again,” Imani pointed out, “this is the only way you talk to me. So, I do it.”

“If I get a free meal out of it, it’s a win,” you smirked, and raised your coffee cup to your lips. You took in the grounding scent and felt the warm steam tickle your nose. Finally, you took a sip, and felt the hot liquid rush down your throat and into your stomach. After setting down the mug, you did something you did every time you were in public: you scanned your surroundings.

In the left corner seat sat a student typing away at a laptop. Books were sprawled on the table before them, along with a large mug and a clean plate that sat close the edge. In the seat next to the student sat a charming elderly couple. The woman was making pleasant conversation to the listening man across from her, who seemed to be multitasking by also eating a meal.The table beside the couple seated a young mother and her baby that occupied the stroller she was rocking back and forth. Satisfied, you shifted your focus to what was happening on the other side of the cafe’s massive front window.

Cars whizzed by quickly compared to the people that filled the sidewalks. Crown Street - the one you were currently on - was practically made up of shops, and thus made it one of the busiest streets in Kensington. You didn’t mind this, as you lived a considerable distance away from the crowded road.

Anyone walking was always in a particular rush. You’d lost count of how many people had shouted into their phones or shoved past people due to their quick pace. Life doesn’t bend to you either, you thought. Maybe that should have made you feel a sense of relief. It didn’t.

Your eyes followed a man dressed in a suit who had a girl in his arms and a boy by his side. The girl was reaching off of him so she could reach the boy, who was jumping up to play with her. The man, who you supposed to be their father, was speaking into his cellphone. Perhaps he was bargaining with his boss for his tardiness, or with a babysitter who failed to show. Obviously, you would never know, and your propositions ceased when they passed by the right side of the window. You had been caught up in theorizing that you almost didn’t notice that The Doctor was leaning against the side of a building from across the road.

He was staring at you, and it made you wonder for how long he had been standing there. Normally, you noticed the sort of thing, so to be completely oblivious concerned you. Him being so close to you without you realizing along with him having somehow tracked you down only made your worry increase.

“That philosophy paper’s due date was bumped to Friday, by the way,” you lied as you ran a finger along your mug’s rim. “Ms. Hayn wanted me to pass the message along.”

“Are you serious?” Imani almost choked on her pancakes. Your expression didn’t change, which made her jump out of her chair. “I’m heading back,” She declared while tossing £7 onto the table. That was more than enough money, but you weren’t about to get in her way.

“I’ll meet you back there,” Imani decided, and like a bolt of lightning, she was out the door and up the road.

You matched the amount of money she laid down to cover both your expenses as well as a tip. You picked up your backpack, the smaller one that you used as a traveling bag, and found your way to the door.

Just as you had expected, The Doctor hadn’t moved. You were outside, only aware of the winter month because of the winter wind, and he had yet to move a muscle. You were starting to wonder if this was a reoccurring theme of his.

There was a break in traffic, and against your better judgement, you crossed the street. A car coming closer laid on their horn when you passed the line and walked closer to The Doctor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. They weren’t about to reach you in time, and you weren’t about to get hit by a car. There wasn’t much else to worry about.

“What are you doing here?” You asked the moment you stepped onto the sidewalk. “Have you been following me?” You continued, and couldn’t help but notice that the cuts and scrapes on his face had disappeared without a trace.

“You opened the door,” he said instead, which made you frown in confusion. The Doctor shimmied aside, and once again, you laid eyes on a mysterious blue box.

“Do you always park it in alleys?” You asked, looking over the box. Nothing about it had changed from the previous night. “How do you move it, anyways? I don’t see a tow truck.”

“I normally don’t have to,” he said. “Park it in alleys, I mean. Hardly anyone looks twice. Well, you being the exception. The only one, actually. I don’t think anyone’s done that before.”

“You mean no other passerby has opened it?” You raised your eyebrows. “It’s a blue box taller than a man in the middle of London! How can people not be prodding at it?”

“They aren’t curious enough,” The Doctor explained. He spoke in a tone that made everything sound obvious, yet he didn’t seem to be condescending. It was a conflicting combination. “But you are,” he continued as he stood up straight, “and i don’t even know your name.”

“Y/N,” you told him. “My name is Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” The Doctor started, and he was smiling like there was something to be satisfied about, “I still have to pay you back.”

“You can tell me a story,” you reminded. “You’re good at those, aren’t you?”

“Anyone can tell stories,” He shrugged off your remark. “It’d be more fun if I showed you one. Don’t you think?”

“My friend’s waiting for me,” you nodded your head to the side Imani ran off in, “back at our dorms.” You wondered how far he would push it.

“The one that ran off? I could get back sooner than she can. And we could have some fun doing it. Good ol’ fashion, running for the hills fun.”

“That’s a big promise, Doctor,” you said. You couldn’t believe you were even considering taking off with him god knows where.

“It’s a promise I can keep.” He was back to leaning against the wall. “That’s what’s important, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” you replied, because maybe it was. Who were you to decide that? The Doctor didn’t reply, which made you glance down at your feet, and then back up to him. “Well, what are you waiting for? Show me a story.”

He grinned like a child in Christmas Day and practically jumped into the box. The door, however, stayed open from his actions, and you found yourself setting one hand on the closed one as you stepped into a place that made no sense.

If all else fails, you had a can of pepper spray in your backpack.

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rickhorrow · 7 years ago

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Stadiums Are Big Business: new Book Looks At How And Why…And Then Some…

by Tanner SImkins @TannerSimkins

The stadium business has never been bigger, and the debate over who should pay for such things has never been hotter. With the NGL now in Las Vegas, the Chargers moving to L.A., the Raiders in flux, the Falcons getting a new home, new York trying to figure out what to do with NYCFC and the Islanders the debate has raged on from sea to sea. This week author Rafi Kohan has a new book out which talks about all these issues as well as the quirks and fin of fandom and so much more. The book is called “The Arena, Inside the Tailgating, Ticket-Scalping, Mascot-Racing, Dubiously Funded, and Possibly Haunted Monuments of American Sport ” and we caught up with Rafi to talk the stadium game, and some of the other many lessons learned along his journey. https://www.amazon.com/Arena-tailgating-ticket-scalping-mascot-racing-dubiously-ebook/dp/B01M6XDXK7

With all the stadia you visited, what was the biggest surprise?

One thing I found fascinating was the way in which ticket scalpers in Cleveland were able to create one-time marketplaces surrounding Cavaliers playoff games, seemingly independent of any other factors. I’ll explain what I mean: For game one of the 2015 playoffs—the first postseason game since LeBron James returned to the city, with the promise of a championship—there was decent activity on the online secondary market and a ton of people milling around the arena. The team was even throwing an official pregame party. And yet, the scalpers couldn’t move very many tickets at all. It was brutal. Some started lowering their demands, while others decided to price enforce. Eventually, they were able to move a few tickets, but nothing close to what they had been anticipating.

Game two was a couple days later. There was no pregame party and secondary market activity was shaky, at best. Naturally, the scalpers feared the action would be even worse. But they were wrong. Game two proved to be a bonanza for the sellers on the street, as they unloaded tickets well above what they were moving for online. There are some guys who like to monitor the online market and try to swoop in and vulture cheap tickets from scalpers, and these guys watched in disbelief as upper-level seats sold for hundreds of dollars. Some scalpers ran out of inventory well before tip-off. Why was one game better than the other? These are the mysteries of the street. As one scalper who works around Fenway Park in Boston put it to me, as to why a ticket is worth one thing and not another: “Ice cream has no bones. So what?”

Atlanta is now about to get a new football stadium, how has that changed the public vs private money situation for these new urban centers?

I don’t think it has changed the situation at all, as far as public vs. private funding goes for football stadiums. The Falcons are receiving hundreds of millions of dollars of public money, thanks to a hotel-motel tax, and that’s pretty par for the course (with rare exception in the largest media markets). Some cities and teams are trying to get more creative in terms of how they funnel that money to team owners—in this case, because the money is coming from a hotel-motel tax, the argument can be made that it is tourists who are helping to pay for the stadium (but that of course neglects any sort of counterfactual situation, in which the city uses those tax dollars for other purposes). At the end of the day, a subsidy is a subsidy.

What’s interesting about the new Atlanta football stadium, in my opinion, is the extent to which the Falcons team owner Arthur Blank will make genuine investments in the surrounding community. More so than perhaps any other owner, Blank has been making noise about true community development—job training, lowering crime, youth leadership programs, and so on—and has reportedly provided dollars to back it up. We’ll see what happens, but one of my takeaways from spending so much time in and around stadiums in general is that sports teams ought to be better citizens and better neighbors, instead of cynical stadium tenants—especially given how much public money sports owners accept (which is to say nothing of the benefits of tax-free borrowing)—and this is a good place to start.

You talk about everything from urinals to scalping in the book, who are two of your favorite stories?

Since you brought up urinals, one of my favorite stories has to do with the urinal troughs at Wrigley Field. Apparently, male fans view peeing in the troughs as one of the rituals of Wrigley Field, and a kind of rite of passage. My dad took me to pee in a trough, and by God, I’m going to take my son to pee in a trough! And so when Wrigley began its recent renovations, this was one of the areas on which fans were not willing to compromise. They wanted to keep the troughs. In fact, at one game, my seatmate discovered that I had never peed in a trough and he demanded that I accompany him to the restroom immediately. It was a one-of-a-kind bonding experience.

Another favorite story, which is really more of an interaction, came at Fenway Park. I was sitting in the field-side box of former Red Sox president Larry Lucchino the day after a female fan was badly injured when a shattered bat helicoptered into the stands. I believe she was still in the hospital. Before the game, I started chatting with one of the security guards standing on the field. Because fan injuries were a growing concern in baseball, I asked him if he had ever seen anything like that injury before. He responded, “Yeah, in my other job.” And what was his other job, I wondered? “I work in the ER,” he said.

Los Angeles just got the Olympics, and with it come new stadia already in the mix. Any thoughts on how LA has re-invented itself as a hub of big sports events?

L.A. is one of the few cities that has ever done the Olympics right, at least in terms of not allowing the games to financially ruin the city. (Which is why so many other cities are hesitant to even bid on the games now.) And with L.A.’s existing sports infrastructure and the new venues coming online, it is possible that the city will not have to build any new permanent facilities, which is great in terms of avoiding white elephants. I spent a good amount of time in Salt Lake City, which has probably done the best job, as far as post-Olympics legacy goes. And the lesson there is that legacy planning can’t begin after the games leave, but has to start well before they ever arrive. Beyond initial and even long-term subsidization costs, when necessary, you need to have a plan for every facility. For example, will a venue revert back to what it was before, as was the case in Salt Lake with Rice-Eccles Stadium, home of the University of Utah football program and host of the opening and closing ceremonies? Will it transform into something new, like Maverik Center, which hosted hockey events and is now a multipurpose sports and entertainment venue? Will the public be able to use it and benefit from it, as they are Utah Olympic Park? I hope L.A. is taking all these things into consideration. They certainly have enough time to plan for it.

One potential downside to L.A. as a sports hub, however, is this question: At what point do we reach oversaturation for stadiums? After all, touring bands and other road shows can only play so many venues in the same city. And if the venues start underbidding one another because they become desperate to fill dates—not saying that’s the case; this is a hypothetical—then we’ve reached a lose-lose situation for all the stadium operators.

You also look at lots of colleges. From a business and event perspective, what are some towns that have done it right with regard to college facilities?

You know, college football stadiums were actually some of the first permanent steel-and-concrete stadiums in the U.S., with Harvard Stadium being the first in 1903. (The stadium was a gift from alumni.) From the beginning, they held a unique place in the American stadiumscape, almost serving as marketing billboards to the country at large for those individual institutions. They represented something. They were stakes in the ground, and they said: this is a place worth attending.

I spent most of my time at Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Michigan, and Beaver Stadium, in State College, Pennsylvania. Both are interesting for many different reasons, and one common reason: identity. To this day, these venues stand as metaphors for those universities and their wider communities. They say: this is who we are, and this is what we stand for. (For obvious reasons, some folks in Penn State have been suffering a bit of a crisis of identity in recent years.)

Anyway, that’s a long way of saying that I think the question we should be asking about college towns is this: Which of these places are able to respect that initial purpose of standing for something, without trampling academic ideals or compromising core values? It’s increasingly difficult to argue anyone is really getting this exactly right, especially with big money running rampant through college football.

If there was a city looking for a boom in development and innovation with regard to fans and the places their teams play, who should we be looking to?

First off, cities should understand that stadiums are not good economic drivers, for a region as a whole. There is broad economic consensus on this point. So any fantasies of building a stadium and having development naturally bloom around it—forget that. Stadiums are not good financial investments. That being said, this question reminds me of something Roger Noll, who is a preeminent stadium economist, said to me, and that is: stadiums can be useful political instruments when included in larger development plans, especially in cities that could use a boost. As he put it, “Having the government commit successfully to a 20-year redevelopment project is a considerable political accomplishment, and including sports will get you 20 to 25 percent of the electorate. It adds to the coalition.”

In other words, stadiums can help a city with targeted redevelopment, if there is a specific area of the city that they are trying to revitalize, for example. This ended up being what Cleveland did with the Gateway District, when they built new homes for both the Cavs and the Indians in the mid-1990s, and part of what made that successful was that the facilities were imagined as participating in a 365-day-a-year district, with interaction with the wider district—the bars and restaurants and what have you. The stadiums were not walled off or encircled by parking lots but corkscrewed into the district. Of course there is more to Cleveland’s downtown revitalization than just sports facilities, but they played a part.

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alwayslistentoyourdreams · 8 years ago

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Ask me!

1. Do you ever get good morning text from anyone? Yes, almost every morning :)

2. If your significant other smoked, would you care? Yes I would.. I have nothing against smoking people, but I wouldn’t like it if my boyfriend smoked :/ It’s bad for his health and it makes his breath smell and his teeth will begin to rotten.. Just ew :p

3. Do you find it easy to trust people? Not at all. The older I get the more I have trust issues with people, even the ones I’ve known for a long long time.

4. What were you doing at 11pm last night? Crawling under the blanket and trying to warm up while texting my significant other (if I can say so) ;)

5. You’re drunk and lost walking down the road, who is with you? Helena ♥♥♥♥♥♥

6. What is the real reason you are confused right now? Not having control over situations and being scared to lose the ones I love.

7. What would you do if you found out your were cheated on? First, I would be really sad, angry.. Then I would start overthinking and make it worse for myself. But it would take very long for me to be able to love again, or even trust again..

8. Are you code with your dad? nope

9. You can only drink one liquid for the rest of your life, what is it? Sparkling water hahaha, or sparkling wine is good as well ;)

10. Were you happier 4 months ago than you are now? No :)

11. What was your thought before you went to bed last night? ‘I wish I could be with you right now’

12. Have you cried in the past week? Jup xp me is a crybaby ;p

13. Do people ever call you by your last name? my father -.-

14. Are you keeping anything from your best friend right now? Not on purpose, no :)

15. Do you have a secret that you have never told anyone? I can’t think of one right now acc :/

16. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Something that’s not showing, so I’d go for belly button piercing :p

17. Do you believe exes can be friends? I think it depends on the sort of people and the reason why they broke up.. when they had a good understanding at the end, why not? Although I couldn’t be friends anymore, I think it’s possible :)

18. Why aren’t you pursuing the person that you like? I am :)

19. What part of the person’s body do you find most attractive? The face, in particular the eyes.

20. Would you get involved with someone if they have a child already? If the child would like and accept me, why not?

21. If you are single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? I guess I’m not really single..?

22. Do you prefer a monogamous relationships or dating other various people? Monogamy pls!! :D

23. Are you to shy to ask someone out? If I’d really like the person, why not ? :p

24. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their hands and fingers, really weird xp

25. Would you put yourself first in a life threatening situation? No :)

26. Would you either make out with a complete stranger or sleep with your best friend? I did the last one already and I wouldn’t change a thing ;)

27. If you had to choose 2 celebrities for a threesome, who would it be? Kristen Stewart and Keira Knightley :p

28. Would you treat your friends different if you were rich and famous? No :)

29. Do you believe people need breaks from each other in relationships? If the relationship is working as it should, no :)

30. How do you feel about what happens after death? It’s a mystery, I don’t think death is the end.. There must be some place the soul goes to..

31. If you could have your hair dyed any color you wanted, which color would you choose? Auburn

32. Have you ever experienced something that just could not be logically explained? Yeah today!! Hahaha

33. If you won the lotto and millions in cash, what would be the first thing you would do? Get out of the country to a warm and sunny land and start a B&B :p

34. Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day? Jack Sparrow

35. Who is the one person in your life who can always make you smile? Helena :)

36. Would you date someone 3 years younger than you are? Now? No..

37. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Yep, I can :D

38. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? Last year, starting in April..

39. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My boy :)

40. Suppose you see your ex kissing another person, what would you do? Be happy he found what he was looking for :)

41. Have you ever found it hard to speak your mind? Yes, when I was younger, in class, I was really quiet.. And now, when I am really emotional, things run through my head, but often I’m unable to speak what I think or feel..

42. Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette? Yes :)

43. If you could choose one family member to go on a holiday vacation with, who would it be? Tantie, because she would deserve and need it the most :)

44. Someone on the street ask you if you have money to spare. What do you do? Probably say no..

45. Do you have a particular song that you feel deeply about? This James Arthur song: Say you won’t let go..

46. If you had 2 days to spend 1 million dollars, what are you buying? Tons of food and medicines for the people who really need it, a car, a laser-hair-remover-treatment, lots of chocolate, and a house with a pool.

47. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Less than before :p

48. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? The way I care too much, too easily about people who don’t give a damn about me.

49. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two

50. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? My father and Trump

51. If you were famous, what would you be famous for? My clumsiness and stupid remarks xp

52. What is the best advice you can give someone who is feeling down? Everything is going to be fine. You only live once, so enjoy your time and take life from the bright side :)

53. What is one word that describes yourself? Messy

54. If you could become an animal for a day, what would you be? A horse, or a dog, or a rabbit :p

55. Do you prefer the beach, city, or mountains? Omg that’s an evil question :o I like the three of them… But if I must choose, the beach :)

56. If you are being extremely quiet, what does that mean? Either I’m tired or hungry, or something is really wrong :p

57. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do :)

58. Dumbest lie you have ever told? I’m going to sleep, and then lay awake for the next two hours :p

59. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would it be? Perfume flasks :p

60. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister? If I’d really must choose: Lauren Jauregui :p

61. If money cannot buy happiness, can you truly be happy without money? I think you need money to live basicly.. But I’d be able to be happy with living a common life :)

62. A song you would love to be played at your wedding? Hips don’t lie ;p

63. Do you hate the person that you fell the hardest for? If he’s being a jerk, I kinda do ;)

64. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not really.. but if I’d tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore ;)

65. Is it more important to love or to be loved? If you love someone who doesn’t love you back, it will feel like you’re reaching for a goal you’ll never get. So what’s the purpose on destroying your heart who doesn’t deserve it? So I think being loved is more important to be able to love someone in return :)

66. Who are the 3 most important people in your life at this moment? My boy, my mom, my grandma

67. Is it better to have an open mind in this society? Yes, things sometimes get so weird, and you need to accept them, so yes, an open mind is quite needed :p

68. What do you sometimes pretend you understand when you really don’t? politics hahaha

69. Are you depending on anyone at the moment? I try to be independent, let’s keep it that way for a while :)

70. Are first impressions important to you? Yes, they can change tho.. But they remain how someone appears to you :)

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glass-ladybug · 8 years ago

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this is fan this spark into a flame, but im going on this acc so it doesnt show up on my main

Mae stepped out onto the creaky porch, throwing her arms into the air. "Well, that was fun!" Bea, crouched on the step, ever-present cigarette hanging from her mouth, gave a non-committal hum. They'd just made a daring escape from the basement of an odd old woman, aided by Bea's expertise in fixing machines, and Mae's experience in smashing the crap out of them. Even though Bea had apparently had to re-fix the furnace before they left, it was still Mae's powers of destruction that saved the day, /thank you very much/! Geez, and Bea said she was along for the ride. Mae half-tripped down the steps to plop beside Bea. "She gave us lemonade!" She beamed, raising a near empty plastic cup of over-sugary lemonade. Not that Mae cared, lemonade was lemonade. Unless it was that sugar-substitute stuff. /That/ was unacceptable. "Yeah." "You.... Not like lemonade?" Mae needled. Bea snorted, brushing a frizzy strand of hair behind her ear. "It's faaaaantastic." She drawled. Mae shot her a concerned look. Bea should be happy! They fixed a furnace, broke a furnace, then fixed it again! And now they had /lemonade/! "So what's up?" Bea turned away, angling her face to the moon. "Nothing. Just... Tired." She sighed, "Worked all day." "Hey!" Mae exclaimed indignantly. "I worked too!" "You tied a gnome to a plastic fan and spun it around. I don't typically consider that /work/." "Ex-cuuuse me, it was an elegant long-term solution and it would've worked!" Mae laughed, watching Bea's expression for any reaction. Bea's mouth turned up at the corner, a half-smile settling on her face. "Whatever you need to tell yourself at night." Mae scooted into a more comfortable position, setting down her now empty glass, and hugging her knees to her chest. From this point of view, everything seemed ethereal. She and Bea sat in silence on Mrs. Miranda's front porch, the moon illuminating her front yard, the only sound a few crickets chirping in the tall grass. She was almost afraid to talk, worried that it might break the peaceful spell hovering over them. Mae found herself studying Bea. Her dark skin, sharp eyeliner, and frizzy curls hastily pulled back into three knobs. The lilt of her mouth when she was happy, her piercing brown eyes, black lipstick, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and her now oil stained and calloused hands. /Oh my God./ Mae thought. Out of all her friends, Bea was the most mysterious. After seventh or eight grade- Mae couldn't really remember which anymore- they'd stopped hanging out anymore. It was gradual. No fight, nor argument. Every day, she just saw Bea less and less, until they were more like strangers than best friends. They stopped talking altogether when Bea's mom died. But now, Mae was back! And she finally had the chance to make things better. Maybe it'd be okay, coming home so suddenly like this, because they were here together. If they were stuck in Possum Springs, they were stuck with each other. And now, one of those perfect eyebrows was arched questioningly, and Mae could only think of how glad she was to be spending tonight smashing up old furnaces with this girl, and- "Do I have something on my face?" Bea monotoned, abruptly snatching Mae out of her daydreaming. "Huh? I-uh, uhhhh, wha?" Mae stammered. "My face. You were staring, so I could only assume you'd finally lost it, or something dripped on me. I guess it was the former." Mae's skin tingled with embarrassment, her veins still coursing with adrenaline and excitement from the furnace escapade. She stood up abruptly, the porch step creaking under her sudden shift. "I'm all hyper." She said, tapping her fingers erratically on her arm. "Good for you." Mae huffed, throwing her head back. "Ugh, you are /zero/ fun." Bea nodded certainly. "Yup." Mae waved her hands in front of her excitedly, "You need some, some magical shit, to like give you a new perspective." "Ah. Let me know when that happens. Wouldn't want to miss it." Bea took another puff of her cigarette, staring off at something in the distance. Mae looked at her. How could someone sit still and just /think/ for that long? Not Mae. She couldn't remain in the same place for more than 5 minutes at a time. Unless it was thinking about Bea. Mae thought she could probably stretch that out for a while longer. Mrs. Miranda really was weird. It didn't look like she ever cut the grass, and her lawn was covered in all sorts of weird shit, from garden gnomes to the giant-ass windmill near the driveway. Whatever- it was still a pretty cool house anyway. The whole yard was tinged with blue, and the cold moonlight made everything look silvery, like something from a dream. Mae decided she liked it. Mae stepped off the porch. "I'll be back in a minute, I'm gonna go climb the windmill!" Bea sighed. "Please try not to break that too." "No promises," Mae grinned, and then trotted down the yard. The long, dry grass brushed up against her jeans, and found its way to her ankles, tickling her. It was kinda uncomfortable, but she bet it looked awesome. The lone hero, standing majestically in her faded orange t-shirt and waving grass, facing the beast that was a great iron windmill that looked rusted to to one position. Out of the corner of her eye, Mae saw a teensy lightening bug glow softly, then flit to her shoulder. "Ohhhh, hey little guy! You coming with me? Yeah, don't worry, I'll take good care of you." When a second flocked to her she felt special. When a third landed on her forehead, she felt as if her heart was about to explode into tiny shiny pieces. With a solid jump, she landed on the first blade of the windmill, feeling accomplished when it did nothing more than emit a rusty groan beneath her. She hopped from one to another, then to the upper most blade, not noticing that a small gathering of fireflies were now trailing behind her until they all lit up. "Wow..." Mae breathed, surveying the street from her vantage point, watching as a few lone cars lit up the street as they drove on to more busier sections of town. She reluctantly hopped down, metal creaking beneath her as more and more fireflies began to join her crusade. She walked steadily through the gently blowing grass and navigating the various lawn ornaments, re-arrived at the porch steps with a throng of fireflies. Mae couldn't help but grin, putting on her best, "this was perfectly intentional" face. Bea's jaw dropped, her cigarette nearly dropping from her mouth. "Wow." And then, to Mae's delight, she began laughing. Bea shook her head a few times in disbelief, before dissolving into chuckles. It was beautiful. Her eyes lit up brighter than her entire firefly mob, and she just looked so /happy/ that it made Mae happy too. Bea lifted her head again, looking at Mae. "Haha.. Hah. Are you some kind of firefly whisperer or something?" Mae shrugged. "They just like me, I guess." Bea looked at her with something akin to wonder. "That's..." She shook her head. "You're an interesting person, Mae Borowski." Mae nodded sagely, a few fireflies drifted towards the porch light. "Granddad said being interesting is all you can ever hope to be." Mystified, Bea hummed in agreement. "Well, mission accomplished." "Woohoo!" Bea's mouth seemed to be upturned in a permanent smile now, and Mae's heart was speeding into overdrive. Bea smirked. "Y'know. I have to say, this would've been a much less exciting evening if you weren't along for the ride." "See?" Mae offered helpfully. "I'm good to have around." "I mean, you can certainly beat the shit out of a furnace." "I can beat the shit out of /anything/." Now, it was Bea's turn to study her. She took a long drag of her dying cigarette, and murmured, "You should, like, channel that aggression you always have into something useful." Mae shrugged again, but this time her shoulders felt like someone had dropped a rather large weight on them. "Eh, Dr. Hank said way back I needed to repress it." Bea's smile quickly vanished. "'Repress'? Not, like, 'learn to deal with it'?" "Nope. He specifically said, 'repress'." "Uh, okay. Hm." Bea seemed troubled by this, and sensing a shift in tone, Mae sped onto another topic. "My firefly powers aren't for me only, y'know." Bea raised an eyebrow, and the ghost of a smile reappeared on her face. "Oh?" More emboldened now, Mae kept talking. "Yeah, they can be, y'know, transferred." "Is that so?" Bea snorted. "I'm telling the truth! Close your eyes." "That sentence makes me far more inclined to get up and run now." Mae shook her head emphatically. "No, no! Close 'em." Bea huffed, but obediently closed her eyes. "And no peeking!" "Uh-huh. Got it." And with that, Mae leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on Bea's mouth. She pulled back quickly, and rubbed the charcoal colored lipstick off with the back of her hand, her heart beating frantically, and her nerves coursing with excitement. Bea stared at her with wide eyes, a silhouette in the porch light. "See? Now you have them too. We can be masters of the fireflies together." Finding her voice again, Bea shakily muttered, "You are really something else, Mae." Mae clapped her hands loudly. "So, do you think Mrs. Miranda, like, pulled her husbands guts out? Isn't that what you do with mummies?" "I dunno, Mae." Fueled by elation, Mae pushed forward. "Do you think you'd have the stomach for it?" Bea snorted. "Nope." "It probably took a lot of heart." She was laughing quietly. "Yup." "I wish she would /ex-pleen/ it to us." Mae giggled. "I get it, Mae." Every word was punctuated by giggles now. "She really /rectum/." Bea burst into a fit of laughter. "Okay, now that probably stayed in place." "Yeah," Mae agreed, "that should stay where it be-lungs." Bea stood up, and began walking into the calm blue night. "I'm leaving." "Hey!" Mae crowed out, smile stretched wide, "You gotta liver your life!" "Bye." Bea yelled back, words interrupted by involuntary spouts of laughter, "This is me, gone." "Hey, wait up!" Mae sprinted behind her. "You're walking back to town." "You've got a lot of... haha... Gall to say that!" Bea looked back, and Mae almost stopped dead at how beautiful she was. Her eyes crinkled up at the corners, her hair was wild and rumpled, her dark skin almost glowed silver. She laughed, wiping the corner of her eye. "I'm gonna call the cops." And as Mae sped after her, a lone firefly trailing behind, she thought about how for the first time since she left for college, she was happy where she was. And maybe- just maybe- this was where she belonged.

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